CRIMEAPPLE - Better Business Bureau lyrics

Labels be curious
But probably more afraid of this
It’s all good I get your office right
Like WB mason, bitch made the switch
From bread crumbs to the bread truck
Get head from a duck till the neck numb
And I roll your rent up
You ain’t getting fed much
That’s probably why you fed up, yup
You got too much emotional baggage
You don’t know how to get to the bag enough

When there wasn’t nothin to eat
I was a hunter gatherer in my moms Acura
Now I might send my moms out to Panamá
Patterson top model as my passenger
Get her to my place
And tear the ass up till she had еnough, yup
She just got me grinnin ear to еar

Lames actin weird
Tryin to interfere it’s clear
I’m too busy being revered
While I’m sippin on my own beer, yeah
Otherwise it’s a pat neck
The new vessel is jet black
I got the dice and threw a head crack
Now my get back is sittin back
And lettin my bread let my bread stack

Every verse got ex lax
Been shitting on you for a couple now
Watch me bubble now
Want me to sneeze on your beat
Well Imma need a couple thou’
Talkin about the homey price
I’m wondering how now about 3 or 4 thou’wow
Stick long like lil bow wow
For you loud mouths