Thoughts

[Intro]
Yeah, bitch
Ghetto Boyz shit nigga

[Verse]
Ridin' in a spaceship lookin' for a bad bitch
Paid all cash for this bitch so I can crash it
I be talkin' crazy on the beat so I don't adlib
Bitch kinda ugly in the face but her ass big
Yeah her bag big
I made five hundred thousand at my last crib
I put a tag on his toe, that mean he tagged in
I can't pull in nowhere, I got a bag in
This my last ten
Big bag on alert, I gotta fly to it
Fans said they fuckin' with the music, they get high to it
Deuce deuce hit him in his lung got him ha-chooin'
Back and forth from Flint to LA, I'm bringing za through it
Hey Juice, where the fuck the Perc 30s? 'Cause I need three
He came 580, Forgi's on it with the green seats
I fеined out, I just poured some Wock' in thе green tea
Good dick made her cash out, bitch, Celine me
Another bag on the floor, I think a Birkin
Do a drill in Maybach, drop the curtains
You out here doin' shit for no reason, what's the purpose?
He caught a body then got life, was it worth it?
Let me take another sip of this Act', got me burpin'
On the E-way with a hunnid' pack it got me nervous
Kick the driver out, the nigga kept swervin'
PLR loud as hell, I know they heard it
Last year I made two-hundred-fifty times two, nigga
Walk in the crib at 2:00 a.m. got my boo trippin'
Lamborghini SVJ that bitch got two engines
I done beat a nigga ass and now he cool with me
Walk a nigga down, shoot first and ask questions later
My new bitch a light bright redskin potatoes
Nigga tryna buy some weed from me, got ten flavors
I was fuckin' bitches twenty nine as a tenth rader
Young nigga fuckin' grown bitches plus I had a whip
Mama I'm a big rapper now, did you imagine this?
I swear to God the 'Wood hit harder with a plastic tip
I brought all the food to the table, bro pass the grits
Bitch, you broke and your baby daddy broke too
He need to sit his ass down, been sellin' work since '02
Ten milli' turn a nigga head into some tofu
Sloppy head got my drawls wet, I let it soak through
Damn, I'm a freaky nigga and I'm honest
Shit, I'm flyer than the bitch, I'm the pilot
Boy, you smokin' bullshit, that's not exotic
Okay, I made some dogshit off hydroponics
Aight, now I'm on the fast route, bitches gettin' passed out
AP is a glass house, damn I almost crashed out
Niggas gettin' packed out, mama gettin' cashed out
A million is in-grab now
Lost his life, guess he crapped out
Shit was so obvious
Number one shit talker I don't need a audience
Dum N Dumbber 3 went top five, we was callin' it
Bitch pussy loose than a bitch, I just fall in it
That's a damn shame
I spent a brick and a half on my damn chain
Police ever get me in the room, won't say a damn thing
Aggressively hittin' her from the side, broken hamstring
You got me dancin' in the pussy, do yo' damn thing
You with them or you with us? Nigga, pick a side
Rest in piece Uncle JB, he got sick and died
I'll rob a nigga for his car before I hitch a ride
We can really make it to the top, you gotta visualize
Free the Ghetto, when they come home you boys fucked
Spent three-fifty on a Lamborghini, it's a truck
I take a five, built her body up now she a buck
We done sent so many opps to the sky, now they stuck