Too Easy (Remix) Lyrics – Gunna ft. Future & Roddy Ricch

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy! outta here

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy
Man, this sh!t too easy
Different b!tch for every season
Showing me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed
It's like they therapeutic
She text that pu**y
I don't call back so she won't think I need it

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I gave my Rolls Royce some wings
Jewelry so damn cold, I could freeze
Ayy, first time I called Elliot
Gunna told me to spend two-fifty
Now my chain cost half a milli'
And I'm plottin on a silly billi'
Made twenty-five million
I said mm-mm-mm-mm
Now all of these hoes f**king me better, mm-mm-mm-mm
Shawty say she likе me
'cause she sliding through thе trenches with me
Give her a million dollars worth of game like
I'm Wallo and Gillie
Wheezy, Wunna, Pluto, Roddy, this sh!t way too easy
I put your b!tch in CC, Céline, Chanel, if need be
You n!ggas really actors, you should've been on TV
You talking like you turnt up, you n!ggas really T-D

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy
Man, this sh!t too easy
Different b!tch for every season
Showing me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed
It's like they therapeutic
She text that pu**y
I don't call back so she won't think I need it

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Made it out the jungle
I ball, ain't got no jumper
Rest in peace to my uncle
Never met, but I still love you
Remember that pu**y from way back
Playing, I pay 'em to pop him
Stayed in the hood where the killers at
Made my pillow a chopper
This ain't diamonds you looking at
And we done updated the roster
You can tell it's a rich n!gga posture
Young GunWunna, I'm spitting it proper
Trapping at school, I was serving bags
Police was searching my locker
Who did your jewelry? It look like brass
One of your bros should've stopped ya

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy
Man, this sh!t too easy
Different b!tch for every season
Showing me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed
It's like they therapeutic
She text that pu**y
I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick d!ck deep inside her throat
Where it ain't no more breathing
If I don't post and I go ghost
It's gone be for a reason
Just got my reading
Now my reason's I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me
I'm freezing, no way I'm anemic

[Verse 3: Future]
Pluto, Pluto, two-door, four-door
Man, this sh!t too easy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm gone chop a brick like judo
Snatch a Lamborghini (Chop it up)
I got a different b!tch for different places
Different seasons (I do)
B!tch ain't playing her position
Cutting her off, this sh!t too easy (Super)
I started off smashing R&B stars
Right at the bando (Future)
I'm having hoes all the way south thinking
That I abandoned 'em
I'm having p!mping in my blood
And I can change the climate (What else?)
I threw the Marni on and took the price up
Like I designed it (Pluto)
Can't put a presidential on a b!tch 'less
She give a n!gga a ménage ('Nage)
That lil' IG b!tch ain't sh!t
F**ked her in the car (Car)
F**ked 'round with a side piece
Pop out that night in double-R (What up?)
Started talking Chinese from all these sticks in the car

[Chorus: Gunna]
It's Young Wunna and Young Wheezy
Man, this sh!t too easy
Different b!tch for every season
Showing me they cleavage
I take drugs and feel relaxed
It's like they therapeutic
She text that pu**y
I don't call back so she won't think I need it
I stick d!ck deep inside her throat
Where it ain't no more breathing
If I don't post and I go ghost
It's gone be for a reason
Just got my reading, now my reason's
I'm booked out the region
This jewelry cold on me, I'm freezing
No way I'm anemic