2 Much Crumble

Let's go
B.B. on my waist, it cost a grip (Cost a grip)
I won't let nobody dip with all my chips (Chips)
Rock A Bathing Ape, keep up with my drip (Aye, yuh)
Feel like Carti 'cause she got me mad as shit (Shit)
I'm on the run, I'm on the run (Yuh)
When they ask me I just tell 'em I be doing it for fun (Yuh)
Rubber bands, yeah all these rubber bands
Turn lil shawty to a fan, think I need a chaser man (Yuh)

It's niggas that can say, I changed on them, but really, they just wasn't on the same shit I was on (Yuh)

I get it, I'm with it (Yuh)
I get the bag and I flip it (Okay)
She gettin' mad and offended
But I cannot love her, no time for these bitches (Okay)
They coming back for my riches (Huh)
Had to get back in the kitchen (What)
My wrist be twistin' and glitchin' (Twistin')
Uh yuh
Water what I sip, had that thing on my hip
Oh my god, another fuckin' feen on my dick
(Yeah let's go)



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Tarpeh
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