Too Much Shaft (with Saweetie) - Quavo

I like to be on my own Oh, (?) where the hell you go I forget my place in my home She goes to tears thinking I am not hers when I'm gone Oh, when I'm gone Well, she has a place on the road (?) Love on your own On your own Love on your own On your own I think I said too much again I loved you much too much to think of us as friends You think I brush you off like you make no difference Can't do the damn thing, yeah yeah You start again She likes to be all on her own (?) when she tears through town She's all weighed down Well, he goes a fix things And she disrespected his tone He drinks on his own Well, don't (?) And don't get too carried away I think I've said too much again You like me better this way And I know I'm bad Baby, you good, do you bad Look at them laugh Love is a thing of the past Funny how none of them last Still, you think about it way too much And I talk about you way too much Killing me slow, drinking way too much And you put the weight on me way too much I think I said too much again I loved you much too much to think of us as friends You think I brush you off like you make no difference Can't do the damn thing, yeah yeah You start again I think I said too much again I loved you much too much to think of us as friends You think I brush you off like you make no difference Can't do the damn thing, yeah yeah You start again

(Al Geno on the track) Yeah, yeah, huh What the fuck they thought, nigga? (What the fuck they thought?) I just jumped up out the fuckin' vault, nigga (go), huh Niggas singin' like Diana Ross, nigga (su!) I don't wanna hear no sorry for my loss, nigga Fuck it, do some, I just put my roof on it (put that house on it) I don't give a fuck about no big homie (fuck 'em) No Huncho, no, fuck it, I'm back on it (chill out) Everybody know just how we act on it (go) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh), what's up? (Huh) What's up? (Huh) Ain't gon' run, I got that strap on me (grah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? (Yeah) What's up? (Yeah), what's up? Honey bun, can you do somethin' for me? (Do somethin') Can you go automatic just for me? (Frrt, frrt) Tommy gun, can you do somethin' for me? (Su!) Can you call Al Capone for me? (Brrt, brrt, yeah) I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (say what?) I got a, I got a reason to slide, I got a reason to ride (uh, get out) How can I come outside, without no mask on? (How?) They wanna see my emotions, I ain't smilin' at all (fuck 'em) I bought a bulletproof Humvee, it could take down a wall (skrrt) Tactical mechanics end up paying off (brrt) They don't want me talkin' like this gangster, at all (uh, uh) They'd rather see me on TV playin' basketball (fuck that), huh Hell nah (hell nah), fuck all that (fuck it), huh I'm back, no more Hollywood, just bring me back (hi), huh I just got a hundred bricks like hack a shack (bando), huh 2014, Huncho is back Honeybun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, frrt, huh (Honeybun, Al Capone), yeah Tommy gun, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh (what?) Can you call Al Ca-? (Al Capone, brrt) Huh, huh, huh, Huncho