Think Too Much lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah-ah

[Chorus]
Sucka n*gga mad 'cause he don't get to no bag (That bag)
I like poppin' tags, I like hunnids in my racks
Put a beam on my gun, these n*ggas my sons
He play, we gon' send a n*gga ass across the country
What you gon' do for that money? Get the blues if he touch me
I got shoe on my f*ckin' feet, b*tch can't do it if it's hurtin' me
Don't act choosed that sh*t irk me, [?]
Would you tell the truth if it's hurtin' me? Stuck like glue, that's for certain
Blitzin shots at a opp, okay, Yeah down his block, okay
Take off on the cops, okay, get yo' bread, or you too damn lame
Skrr-skrr-skrr, that b*tch to dam lame, They tryna eat off my plate
You know we get hella cake, please don't get knocked off today

[Verse]
Jump, lil ebony hoe
Woah go, FN it go, woah
Woah, I won't sell my soul, ho, ho, she like that pope'
Kick sh*t, I'm wit' yo' b*tch, lick, lick, lick on my tip
Lick, brick, I make it flip, Hunnid? fifty?, she do not care
Open the window, it's hot as hell, he try to take me off, n*gga and failed
I done went up man, I had to prevail, she love my personality, I'm shell
All these drugs, I need some help, n*gga caught n*ggas say everythang
b*tch, all I smoke is stank, indeed these n*ggas super gay
b*tch, I like cash, she throw some ass
Hopped off that broke sh*t and hopped up in my bag
I'm movin' slow, think I got jet lag
I can't take a step back, I don't think I could do that
No, no, she wanna take a lil' drug with me
I gotta stomp n*gga what a [?] if he run up, I seen my n*gga out the f*cking mud said he think too much
I can't say too much, she can't say too much
[Chorus]
Sucka n*gga mad 'cause he don't get to no bag (That bag)
I like poppin' tags, I like hunnids in my racks
Put a beam on my gun, these n*ggas my sons
He play, we gon' send a n*gga ass across the country
What you gon' do for that money? Get the blues if he touch me
I got shoe on my f*ckin' feet, b*tch can't do it if it's hurtin' me
Don't act choosed that sh*t irk me, [?]
Would you tell the truth if it's hurtin' me? Stuck like glue, that's for certain
Blitzin shots at a opp, okay, Yeah down his block, okay
Take off on the cops, okay, get yo' bread, or you too damn lame
Skrr-skrr-skrr, that b*tch to dam lame, They tryna eat off my plate
You know we get hella cake, please don't get knocked off today


[Outro]
Please don't get knocked off today