WAY2MUCHGUAP! lyrics

[Intro]
UFO, why you abduct me?
W4ddles, you genius!
Yeah, go, go, yeah
I said, way too much guap in the car b*tch, it drivin' too— Uh, yeah, uh
I said, way too much guap in the car b*tch— Nah, f*ck that, f*ck that

[Verse]
I said, way too much guap in the car b*tch, it drivin' two wheels, its off-balance, it look like a bike
Way the lil' b*tch throwin' ass on a b*tch, you would think that we scissoring just like some dykes
Too many dollars, my pockets is next to the rocket, lil brodie, like why would I fight?
[?] I got me born again, I'm feeling glorious whenever I get the mic
Lil' b*tch, I whip a DeLorean, my homie Dorian sippin' that dirt in the Sprite
f*ck yo' main b*tch, she the horniest b*tch I done met in my entire muhf*ckin' life
I do this sh*t off thе top of my head, I be off of the mеds, I be off of the white
I said, "I do this sh*t off the top of my head, I be off of the meds," I be— mm, yeah
My b*tch so bad and so fine he got di*k like a vine, seven seconds, he nut on my thighs
f*ck a lil' B from behind, bad lil' b*tch give me mind, she wan' f*ck for the twentieth time
Shawty be hittin' my line but it's getting declined, if she ain't tryna f*ck I'll rewind
Don't hit my DMs to whine on the internet, why you upset? Why you even online?
It's like you only alive to complain what I do on the internet, wastin' my time
It's like you only alive to complain what I do, sayin' I need to change up my life
It's like you only alive to complain 'bout a chick with a di*k who be sick with the rhymes
Brodie for real need to die, bro, like, please go outside and get off of the Discord all night
Too many, too many, too many, too many bands in my pockets, I'm walkin' all stupid
How the f*ck you get a Glock for the fashion? You ain't even shot it, don't know how to use it
How the f*ck I hit yo' mom from the back, with the way she get clapped I ain't even need to lube it
I get an M again, feel like I'm Eminem
I hit the coochie, yo' b*tch finna lose it, damn, huh, yeah
She finna lose it on me when she look at the cheque
Got the diamonds, they glistenin', they shine on my neck
Got a Louie V TEC with the big money spread
Got the Versace goggles on top of my head
Get a band everyday, no matter the specs
Yo' b*tch in heat from the smell of my sweat
Yo' b*tch in heat with my diamonds she wet
[Outro]
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, haha