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C.r.u.m.b.s.
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C.r.u.m.b.s. was released on September 2, 2026 by 100PACKS as a part of the album Catfish & Grits
September 2, 2026
Label100PACKS
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

If you want that too
you can have it.
Have at it.
You deserve
What I deserve?
If you want that too
you can have it.
If I If I What? Huh?
you deserve everything.
Let me tell them about it.
Way before the little uzi black glove sparking
Rich The Kid plug walking.
Tucked the pew pew under the glove compartment.
Hit the function and slide my shorty a thumpa
to get off in the party and pray I
Don't become a carcass before summer started
was the goal.
Now that we grown, we don't party much
I might raise a toast here and there when my arm go up.
Cheers to the growth
cuz we hustle from the sense that no man in the sky will save us.
That alsomean nobody will stop you on a fast break cuz
 Singing hymns in a trap spot
 Passing plates Every Sunday off key.
Please forgive us Lord.
 Come here to lick with us.
 We kicking doors and jigging cars.
 Just some little **** with dirty guns.
 Dreams of living large.
They say what's for you gone be for you
 if it's the in the cards.
Everybody in your synagogue ain't sent from God...
See too many **** lose their battery when they caught a charge.
Trying to get them Passion Of The Christ whips in your garage.
On everything.
If you want that too
you can have it.
You deserve
What I deserve? Huh
Everything
It's everything. Everything.
If you want that too
you can have it.
Say I can have it if I What?
 What I deserve. Mama?
Everything.
Uhh.
gone off the 215 subwoofer 702 trips.
Red Fox ain't nothing funny.
Let's get these blue strips.
Tommy guns said watch how you stunning in North Vegas.
The game is dirty. These **** will blow at you like old Segas.
 OG in the Garcia Vega kept my eyes bloody.
 As the woman bearing a child for me
 My pops
Wasn't free when I needed them the most.
 So I was skipping out on breakfast getting even with the toast.
It ain't no sleep for the wicked.
I'm from the era where if you couldn't knuckle up
then you couldn't come around and kick it.
The ones you used to play rock, paper, scissors with.
Will sell a rock to your mama and watch her hit the shit.
I know my black boy experience ain't for everybody.
You know that catfish and grits ain't for everybody.
But Mama always told me that "it's your world".
 Don't mind me.
 I'm just the universe inside of body.
 Got to keep this 40 beside me for my kids interest.
 A bullet in a hater ass a make them sit different.
See Paid In Full been on our brain to get off struggle mills.
 We rather spit in the jury face before the day we face eviction.
 Lock in the crumble on the scale.
Paraphernalia all over the dollar bills
Sitting back with my palms itching.
**** talking about wait your turn.
 I get it.
 Nobody a eat the day my plate get served.
 What I deserve Huh?
If you want that too
you can have it.
You deserve
What I deserve? Huh
Everything
It's everything. Everything.
If you want that too
you can have it.
Say I can have it if I What?
 What I deserve. Mama?
Everything.
Written by: Eric Durran Durran Mcafee III, Eric Durran Mcafee II

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