Thought He Was lyrics

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was

[Verse 1: Blood Money]
I'm Blood Money from FrontStreet and I run sh*t (I run sh*t)
Got a .50 Cal, I'll dump sh*t and I'll pump sh*t (I'll pump sh*t)
Got a dope line and a coke line and they dumb rich (Got dumb trips)
Got young n*ggas, they dread heads and they dumb rich (They dumb rich)
Got a bad b*tch she from outta town, she dumb thick (Dumb thick)
And I f*ck with her 'cause she don't hit my line with that dumb sh*t (Don't sh*t, no fufu sh*t)
And when I call her she'll hit the block, she dump sh*t (Dump sh*t)
She bring the bread, she come back and then count it right (Then count it right)
She know the type, I don't f*ck around with that appetite (That appetite)
Got a bad b*tch with long hair, she from Agatite (She from up North)
I love that 'cause she f*ck me up and she suck it right (Suck it right)
Like Fat Gleesh, I f*ck that and then I cuff that (I cuff that)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm success and they suspect (They suspect)
I'm a ride down with that cannon out and I'ma rush that (I'ma rush that)
My sh*t showing, got a white T, don't tuck that (No tuckin' that, nah)
b*tch, who the f*ck want war, ride down (Come ride down)
I'm on FrontStreet with them cannons out and I'll spaz out (With my guys now)
You kill mine, I'ma kill yours, I spaz out (Spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and I'ma spaz out (I'ma spaz out)
I'm a ride out to your hideout and let them guys out (Brra, brra)
They gon' hit the block with them .40 Cal, we gon' fry it out (We done shot his house)
We potato n*ggas, y'all b*tch n*ggas, y'all fries out (Y'all small fires)
Better watch out b*tch, I'ma das- dash out (Dash out)
Got twenty thou' in my pocket finna spend that on a outfit (That on a outfit)
I'm dumb rich, got a gun with two hundred shots in it (Hundred shots in it)
Got a Audi truck and a beamer truck, n*gga, no it's not rented (No it's not rented)
Pair of Robin jeans with them rubies on them with a lot of knots in 'em (Lot of knots in 'em)
Got two phantoms, two mansions, lot of thots in 'em (Lot of thots in 'em)
Got trap spots with big guap, but no I'm not in 'em (No I'm not in 'em)
These hoes looking for a baby, n*gga, I don't let a drop hit 'em (Let a drop hit 'em)
Who the f*ck want war, Blood Money got a lot of shots with him (Lot of shots with him)
And a lot of guns with him (Lot of guns with him)
Kill a lot of opps with it (Lot of opps dead)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
He thought he was, I'm smoking drugs
I'm in the club, I spend a dub
Then get it back, it's just like that
Chief Sosa flex, get hit with that TEC
Got a hundred shots, fifty shots in this Glock
Boy, don't get popped, Tadoe got that mop
We sweep you up, scoop up your b*tch
I'm gon' f*ck her because I am rich
Hit Johnny Dang, 20K for my chain
20K for my ring, 20K for my thing
100K for my car, I don't pay for no thot
I don't pay for no top, Chief Sosa got guap
Spent thirty in Saks just the other day
And that was on the squad, everyone but me
And that's Glo Gang, n*ggas know what we bang
n*ggas know where we hang, n*ggas know we keep things
She wanna f*ck, she thought she was
I only want top, 'cause I'm thottied up
She wanna get in the club, be V.I.P.'d up
She thought she was, you off these drugs?
You wanna hug? Wanna suck my nuts?
Wanna tote my guns? Wanna blow my gun?
Is you gon' hit or is you gon' miss, little b*tch?
'Cause I can't f*ck with no nothin' ass b*tch, little b*tch
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was
He thought he was, he thought he was

[Outro: Chief Keef]
He thought he was