Too Loud - G-Eazy, Nef The Pharaoh

You were staying inside being good, you was square

Since kindergarten, swear I kept it all player

Look at my prom picture, I was hyphy with braids in my hair

Long before I ever went on tour

Used to cop white tees from the liquor store

But I always knew that I was destined for more

And now my socks are Gucci and my drawers Tom Ford

Nah, nah don’t make me go back

To that black hoodie with a turf beanie flipped back (What's that?)

Nah, nah you wasn’t really there (You wasn’t really there)

There was something in the water, there was something in the air

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, shut the fuck up

Hell no I can’t turn it down

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, that’s five-oh

Real quick, go turn it down

Some heem in a scraper and some purple in the air

I’m all in her ear, I’m a California bear

The times were different, folks like me is rare

I don’t know man, I mean you had to be there

It was a time

Oh can we start from the top

A ripper is a runner and a runner is a bop

And if she’s bop-ular she’s gon' give you good top

Man this game is thick, I mean this thing don’t stop

I can’t blap this if it’s not loud

I’m tryna make Droop-E and Rick Rock proud

I’m tryna climb up, I’m to the tip top now

And I still tell a beezy, go kick rocks now

You ain’t grow up on Mac Dre

You ain’t grow up on Keak

You ain’t grow up on Turf Talk

You ain’t grow up on Team

You ain’t grow up on Water

Them styles was hecka unique

You ain’t grow up on Fab

Well then, we can’t even speak

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, shut the fuck up

Hell no I can’t turn it down

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, that’s five-oh

Real quick, go turn it down

Big Nef, I can buy the Bay if I spend a check

Bitches say I sound like Dre, that just means I’m blessed

Young Gerald that’s my brother, no paternity test

Next nigga hit the yay with out tapping gettin' stretched

24 and my rims taller than my son, he four

How you shooting from my spot and never had the ball before

Bop out my car, open up my doors

Walking like a dog, my paint job is gorgeous

Girbauds on, long tee, Air Forces

Gang fuck around and jump a man, Air Jordan

I been on many a-tours, you nerds never left apartments

Thizz dance in the Bay and leave that shakin' to Harlem

Chang Chang and G-Eazy we need freaks

There’s somethin' in the water where I’m from, we pop P’s

Rippers, runners, scrapers on twenty-threes

you might hear yee

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, shut the fuck up

Hell no I can’t turn it down

I can’t hear you my bass too loud

I can’t hear you my trunk too loud

I can’t hear you my slap too loud

Hold up, that’s five-oh

Real quick, go turn it down

This is a slumper

This is a slumper

This is a slumper

This is a slumper