what i got (crispy edition) ft. Tompsin Lyrics

I'mma do the best with what I got

Ohhh

Don't ask me what I got bitch it's a lot

Don't ask me what I got bitch it's a lot

I need paper I need green I need guap

All these eaters on my body

Make it stop

She just want me for my money

Its ok bitch we can play

I just spent this nigga's rent

And made it back in the same day

He just check his bitch location

It said she at JFK

Broke niggas get no play

Broke niggas feel a way

It's why he always on my page

Cuz I just bought his bae

Don't ask me what I got

Cuz yesterday is not today

Rack city bitch

Rack, rack city bitch

I'm in the kitchen

Whipping something that'll

Make me itch

Another one, thank you dirty

Have a tally, bitch

Being obsessed is not a flex

But it's a talent, shit

That bitch been stalkin me

For 87 years

I bet her pussy lookin like

Eeyore's ears

Tamagachi clique

We goodie over here

Can't let a crazy bitch with loubins

Get near

What's up, Tompsin

What's up, Rogie

Yo, why these niggas pussy

Don't have the answer, sorry

To be or not to be

Not not, ya ya

What I got

What I got, What I got

What's up Tompsin

What's up Rogie

Yo is they making money

Not as much as our team

Yo why they repping me

Cause I'm the best it seems

We in the streets more than

The stud that likes headphanie

Said imma be the best with

What I got, thanks a lot

Silly serpent slithered choppy

So we got em chopped

When I pop out bitches act out

So we need a mop

They saw my style and they

Steady got to jotting, huh

That's an Aries

And that's a Taurus

Bitches can't sit with us

And we not sorry

That didn't really rhyme