in abundance lyrics

[Intro]
(Reeves, what the f*ck?)
(Resolution next, this WIFIDEATH sh*t in rotation, yeah)
(Res, Resolution next, this WIFIDEATH sh*t in rotation, yeah)
(Resolution next, this WIFIDEATH sh*t in rotation, yeah)
(Res, Resolution next, this WIFIDEATH sh*t in rotation, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm gon' run it and run it, I smoke that sh*t in abundance
We gettin' rich every day, I know the real ones will love it
I can't keep makin' these searches, I got these hunnids and hunnids
I'm focused on the f*ckin' craft, I know one thing that is certain, yeah
Try to f*ck with Reeves, ain't gon' be a nice day
Tryna go about it, you don't know the right way
Every day I'm still alivе feel like a holiday
Life's a b*tch, I'm still the goat, you got to f*ckin' pay

[Verse 1]
I might gеt up in that sh*t, I might get up in that stuff
Bet you know my name is Reeves, I'm real as f*ck, mane, I'm the plug
Shut up, you don't know what's up, I'm up in that tower, yeah
(Resolution next, this WIFIDEATH sh*t in rotation, yeah)
b*tch, I'm in my f*ckin' bag, don't talk sh*t, we get it back
Everything you say and do comes right back to red f*ckin' flags
I'm not here to argue, though, I just wanna f*ckin' brag
Yeah, you know I'm here to stay, cause all y'all's choices f*ckin' bad
[Chorus]
I'm gon' run it and run it, I smoke that sh*t in abundance
We gettin' rich every day, I know the real ones will love it
I can't keep makin' these searches, I got these hunnids and hunnids
I'm focused on the f*ckin' craft, I know one thing that is certain, yeah
Try to f*ck with Reeves, ain't gon' be a nice day
Tryna go about it, you don't know the right way
Every day I'm still alive feel like a holiday
Life's a b*tch, I'm still the goat, you got to f*ckin' pay

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm comin' out, straight out the dark
I got that motherf*ckin' fire that gon' make you be alarmed
I feel like Bones in 2012, I feel like Mac in '09
I feel like Reeves in '23, bro, I don't know where to hide
I'm finna get really crazy, got nothin' on your plate
I'm cruisin' round the f*ckin' city, filmin' Hi-8 tape
b*tch, I don't give a f*ckin' sh*t 'bout anything that you say
The money come and money go, and everything be okay