Thoughts lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, b*tch
Ghetto Boyz sh*t n*gga

[Verse]
Ridin' in a spaceship lookin' for a bad b*tch
Paid all cash for this b*tch so I can crash it
I be talkin' crazy on the beat so I don't adlib
b*tch 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 di*k made her cash out, b*tch, Celine me
Another bag on the floor, I think a Birkin
Do a drill in Maybach, drop the curtains
You out here doin' sh*t 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 n*gga kept swervin'
PLR loud as hell, I know they heard it
Last year I made two-hundred-fifty times two, n*gga
Walk in the crib at 2:00 a.m. got my boo trippin'
Lamborghini SVJ that b*tch got two engines
I done beat a n*gga ass and now he cool with me
Walk a n*gga down, shoot first and ask questions later
My new b*tch a light bright redskin potatoes
n*gga tryna buy some weed from me, got ten flavors
I was f*ckin' b*tches twenty nine as a tenth rader
Young n*gga f*ckin' grown b*tches 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
b*tch, you broke and your baby daddy broke too
He need to sit his ass down, been sellin' work since '02
Ten milli' turn a n*gga head into some tofu
Sloppy head got my drawls wet, I let it soak through
Damn, I'm a freaky n*gga and I'm honest
sh*t, I'm flyer than the b*tch, I'm the pilot
Boy, you smokin' bullsh*t, that's not exotic
Okay, I made some dogsh*t off hydroponics
Aight, now I'm on the fast route, b*tches gettin' passed out
AP is a glass house, damn I almost crashed out
n*ggas gettin' packed out, mama gettin' cashed out
A million is in-grab now
Lost his life, guess he crapped out
sh*t was so obvious
Number one sh*t talker I don't need a audience
Dum N Dumbber 3 went top five, we was callin' it
b*tch pus*y loose than a b*tch, 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 pus*y, do yo' damn thing
You with them or you with us? n*gga, pick a side
Rest in piece Uncle JB, he got sick and died
I'll rob a n*gga 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 f*cked
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