Mukbang My Wrist Lyrics

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't play games, I'm no Xbox (No, no)
Too much glitter, had to brush my wrist off
I think that everybody lost in the sauce
They was wasting my time, had to cut 'em off
I got the money and the shit turning me on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got Sour Patch inside my Styrofoam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I make hits and you pretending to be clones (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These ain't corpses, baby, these is Jeremy bones (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Pockets too fat, then my legs hurting
New shorty back out, bitch she need some Percys
Got the beans in my pot like, "Who need work, eh?"
Shorty swallowing seeds like a little birdie (Yeah)
Twenty-four inch Escalade (Skrrt, skrrt)
Moving dope since like seventh grade (Ooh-la-la-la-la)
Fuck your bitch, in her fucking face (In her face)
Twelve gauge, splatter that boy brain (Ahh!)

I don't play games, I'm no Xbox (No, no)
Too much glitter, had to brush my wrist off
I think that everybody lost in the sauce
They was wasting my time, had to cut 'em off
I got the money and this shit turning me on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got Sour Patch inside my styrofoam (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I make hits and you pretending to be clones (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
These ain't corpses, baby, these is Jeremy bones (Yeah, yeah, yeah)