PAINT THINNER

[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t goin’ back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker, ayy

[Verse 1]
Switch up the style, switch up the style
I got it running for miles, ayy
I got the sauce, I got the style
I’ve been tripping for a while, ayy
I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda
A bitch gon' be giving medulla, ayy
I had that fish in the cooler, ayy
Castros, damn, they in collusion, ayy
Can't fuck that bitch ‘cause she boujee, ayy
Can't fuck that bitch ‘cause she boujee (Woo!)
Can't fuck that bitch ‘cause she’s thirsty, ayy
Can't [censored], her mind is polluted (Woo!)
Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless (Woo!)
Whippin’ the coupe with the ruler, ayy
Whippin’ the coupe with no roof, ayy (What!)
I had the vision to do it

[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t going back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker, ayy

[Verse 2]
I got a bitch, she a nudist (She with it)
I got me fixing my jewelry (Ayy, take it up)
I need a brick and a pension (That brick in it)
I hit that bitch in my Guccis (Fuck it up)
Fuckin’ a fuck about friendship (Fuck it up)
Got that flash on me dancing, ayy
I’m the same nigga from the Chi, ugh (Yeah)
Same nigga from the Chi
Know a lot of lame niggas switch sides, ugh
Different colors on the ride
Like a nigga paint a picture with a pot (Woo!)
Whole thing on the way (Yeah)
Quarterthing on the block (Woo!)
Ugh, I’ma pop a molly, keep me activated
Smoking California, keep me medicated
Find a plug on the activator
Ran it to him, never hesitated
Pop a 30 milligram Perc-ulator
Pussy good, might see you later
Rolling kush good, might see you later
All these niggas is impersonators
I’ma be a stuntman forever

[Chorus]
Big-body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I'm paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with you
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessing on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t going back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the—[beep]