Too Many Tabs

Got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to niggas really trying to steal clout
I been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But fuck all them haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Niggas pointing fingers I'm like who you calling out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you don't gotta shout
Pick a xanny or a molly and make the decision now
Made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how

(Spice Boy!)

Started on the corner then the kitchen cooking dope
Try to flex on me but your rhymes ain't got no hope
That's why your girl left you now she with me cause I know
How to keep it clean and how to take her to them shows
Cause I been getting money yea I been getting dough
All them niggas hating cause they can't get this flow
They smiling face to face I know they hating on the low
They use my name for clout they go round calling me their bro
All these tabs about to make my computer crash
That's your main chick but that's my smash and dash
Try to fight one of my guys and end up in a body cast
When you finally wake up you gon find your ass in the trash
All my foreign money yeah I keep it in cash
So many bands in my hands it be giving me a rash
You wanna get in my biz but its your bitch who I smash
Race against me and you gon find your ass last
So little time I can't work this shit out
Too many ambitions no time to chill out
Getting those A's trying not to drop out
Don't mess with me if it's just for the clout
Its time y'all niggas stopped pointing fingers
Fight like a man get your hand off triggers
These hoes like paparazzi they taking pictures
You ain't nothing but a pussy ass ni...

Got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to niggas really trying to steal clout
I been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But fuck all them haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Niggas pointing fingers I'm like who you calling out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you don't gotta shout
Pick a xanny or a molly and make the decision now
Made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how

Aye and its Beezy on the track
Imma steal your girl while I hit it from the back
I can't mess with fakes
I can't mess with lames
Talkin' all that mess making all of them false claims
Aye
Running the track and I'm running the beat
Getting so tired I'm hurting my feet
Y'all got me stressing y'all got me sleeping
Fuck a fake nigga we not even speaking
Done with the drama I don't need that shit either
A lot of my people you blow on my speaker
Fuck a fake bitch man I don't even need her
All of these hoes but I drive a two-seater
Y'all got me stressing
Why y'all in my lane
Try to mess with Beezy watch a nigga go insane
I can't trust a nigga and I sure can't trust a ho
I can't trust nobody so y'all niggas gotta go

Got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to niggas really trying to steal clout
I been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But fuck all them haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Niggas pointing fingers I'm like who you calling out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you don't gotta shout
Pick a xanny or a molly and make the decision now
Made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how



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Writer(s): $pice Boi
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