Thank You lyrics

[Verse 1]
We don't get on no crazy sh*t, n*gga
I carry the Glock like I babysit, n*gga
They tryna convince me how they be them n*ggas
I do not believe you, I’m Atheist, n*gga
I just copped the eight, I ain't facin' this, n*gga
I got called game, come and take some sh*t with me
I just bought some Gucci’s, I don't think they fit me
They big as a b*tch, don't get stomped in your city
Ain't come with no glizzy (I'm cappin')
This ain't just a drum, this some titties (They fit)
A new green beam on that b*tch look pretty
Boy, all black body it look like Biggie

[Chorus]
Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodiе called and killed that boy, I said "Thank you"
Two straps like my namе Kurt Angle
Run-off, boy, I'm hittin’ your ankles
f*ck a guardian, we hittin’ his angel
Get low balled, I'm hittin’ from angles
Hair-trigger on the Glock, it's gon' spank you
Hit 'em up leave the whole block tangled

[Verse 2]
Oh, I’m spinin' that block, sprained my ankle
Your b*tch gave me top, I said "Thank you"
She give me neck in the back of the Ranger
Now she feel bad 'cause she know that it ain't you
Long hair like that b*tch out of Tangled
Tight pus*y, yeah, my di*k gettin' strangled
Came with a long clip jus' like some Pringles
Boy, don't roll through, that sh*t is a gamble
[Bridge]
Boy, you gon' die tryin' get hype
Boy, you gon' die tryin' just type
Boy, you gon' die tonight, you just the type
I got a TEC, I don't use it to type, n*gga

[Verse 3]
I got my pistol, I'on wanna fight
I got the lead, I'on use it to write
Boy, your b*tch on my di*k, and she uses a pipe
Boy, that b*tch off the sh*ts, she been usin' a pipe
Boy, I be in all black, and she be off the white
If I get pulled over, I'm really on ice
Got some sh*t in this b*tch that jus' might give me life
If I click on this b*tch, you ain't gon' hear twice
One shot, one kill, that's nice
Drive-by in a Coupé de ville, n*gga, no bike
Get f*cked by the 40, you stayin' the night
If you got locked up, boy, you stayin' the night
While home by yourself and get blicked
Get left on the side on the building like p*ss
When I let this b*tch off it start soundin' like this

[Bridge]
Bah-bah-bah-bah
What he say? Bah
[Chorus]
Black rifle, white people will hang you
Brodie called and killed that boy, I said "Thank you"
Two straps like my name Kurt Angle
Run-off, boy, I'm hittin' your ankles
f*ck a guardian, we hittin' his angel
Get low balled, I'm hittin' from angles
Hair-trigger on the Glock, it's gon' spank you
Hit 'em up leave the whole block tangled