Crumble Brennan Jones

[Verse]
I'm with white bitch, her name Becky
I'm with black ho, her name Lex
Bitch, I'm feelin' reckless 'cause they keep on sayin' that I'm next up
That boy don't know how to dress, he ain't really tryna flex up
Bitch, I'm in the stu' 'til 5 AM, I'm off the eddies
That bitch need her daddy, so she gon' send me her addy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that bitch need the dick
She see my pockets fatty, yeah, she see my pockets big
And these boys tryna tag me, so I keep a big-ass stick
Go 'head, boy, run up on me, I'm gon' fuckin' split your wig
Don't bring that shit in Florida, hell nah, we don't play that shit
When I'm hit my city, they like, "There go that lil' bad-ass jit"
I was never in the trap, but I was still makin' flips
Yeah, I was sellin' drip, shoutout all them dumbass kids that bought up my Rick
Yeah, I was makin' flips, I was a lil' bad-ass jit
Yeah, I was gettin' in trouble
Get that piece for five, sell for ten, call that a double
Shoutout my dog Major, he can't leave without a muzzle
And I get every bitch I want, yeah, I never fumble
Yeah, I'm 'bout to be at the top, just watch how it crumble