Lyrics Too Loud – G-Eazy feat. Nef The Pharaoh

Yeah, my licence plate is rattlin’ and my trunk go Boom
Bay to the universe and back to the moon
A fixture, I’m a factor, I’m a boss, tycoon
My d**k smell like two chicks before noon
Where were you in 06, was you were there
You were standing inside, bein’ good, you a square
Since kindergarten, so I kept it all plare, google my prom picture
I was high, fi put braids in my hairLong before Afro went on tour
Used to copp white T’s from the liquor store
But I always new I that was destined for more
Now my socks are Gucci and my draws Tom Ford
Nah, now don’t make me go back
To that black hoodie with the turf beanie, flip back
Nah, how you wasn’t really there, it was somethin’ in the water
It was somethin’ in the air
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the f**k up
Hell no I can’t turn it down
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up that’s 5-0, go quick, go turn it down
Some He-Man, a scraper, and some purple in the air
I’m all inner-ear, I’m a California bear
The times were different folks
Light Mia’s rare
I don’t know man, I mean you had to be there
It was a timeOk let me start from the top
A ripper is a runner and a runner is a bop
And if she’s pop**ar she’s gonna give you good top
I’m in this game it’s thick, I mean this thing don’t stop
I can’t blap this if it’s not loud
I’m tryin’ make Dru, P and Rick Rock proud
I’m tryin’ climb up, I’m to the tip top now
And I’m still tellin’ Beezy gonna kick rocks now
You ain’t grow up’ on mack tray
You ain’t grow up on kick
You ain’t grow up’ on turf tuck
You ain’t grow up on tea
You ain’t grow up’ on water, them styles is takin’ me
You ain’t grow up on fat, but then we can’t even speak
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the f**k up
Hell no I can’t turn it down
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up that’s 5-0, go quick, go turn it down
Big Nef, I can buy the bay if I spend the cheque
B**ches say I sound like Dre, that just means I’m blessed
Yo, that’s my brother no paternity test
Next n**ga hit the yay without tabbin’, ain’t gettin’ stressed
Twenty four and my rims taller than my 74
How you shootin’ for my side, and never had the ball before
I bup out my car, open up my doors, walkin’ like a dawg
My paint job is gorgeous
Yo, Balls on, long T, Airforces
Gang f**k around and jump a man, Air Jordan’s
I’ve been on many a tours, you nerds never left apartments
B’s dancin’ and bailin’, just shakin’ a Harlem
Chang chang and G-Eazy we need freaks
There’s somethin’ in the water, where I’m from we pop peace
Strippers, runners, scrapers on twenty three’s
When we say we’re partners, you might hear Hee
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up, shut the f**k up
Hell no I can’t turn it down
I can’t hear you my base too loud
I can’t hear you my trunk too loud
I can’t hear you my slap too loud
Hold up that’s 5-0, go quick, go turn it down
This is a slumper..④…
➤ Written by Nef The Pharaoh & G-Eazy
Album B-Sides
G-Eazy | Nef The Pharaoh | 2019