Thumbin’ lyrics

[Intro: G.T.]
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yo, Zwerega, you so icy)

[Verse 1: G.T.]
Yeah, walk in this b*tch with all blue hundreds
So iced up and the b*tch wanna f*ck on me, Trapper, and the real JHunnit
Your b*tch hit me up to get di*k in her stomach
Hoppin' off a jet, I ain't got no luggage
Just made a play, got Wraiths on Wraiths on Wraiths, I'm sittin' back thumbin' in public
Told a b*tch she gotta throw it back if she think she gettin' some money
Yeah, I'm geekin', my shades on, it ain't just sunny
Don't pull that sh*t out if it ain't over twenty
Man, the b*tch'll get blessed like a church on Sunday
I rock with some sh*t that be on the runway
n*gga play tough, we all on gunplay
n*gga, we all likе to serve with the onе-way
When I was broke, I ain't even trip, I knew that I'd boss up one day
And every n*gga in my clique eatin', I ain't greedy, we all ate

[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
Lil' broke boy say he don't like me, whole time, n*gga know I'm f*ckin' his b*tch
Hop right out, got a burst on the chop, when it shoot four times, you ain't duckin' this b*tch
Ain't no plug, I ain't sayin' no names, yeah, throw you a brick
Real n*gga like me'll take you in the kitchen, show you the mix
Get out of bounds, whole team on tip, they're ready to blitz
[Verse 3: J1Hunnit]
Broke-ass n*ggas be makin' me sick
I need me a hot-ass soup with some Vicks
Think that I got a lil' attitude problem, I walk in my closet, I'm throwin' a 'fit
I'ma probably nut if you keep pullin' di*k
Tasha make management show up in Rick
When I walk in the room, n*ggas tuckin' they chick
When I'm walk in the room, I'm tuckin' a blick
Long as you drivin', I'm payin' your rent
We in the sticks, I ain't pitchin' a tent
I'm turnin' around in a rental with tint
All of these crosses, I need to repent
All of this pape' make a woman submit
Pop they set and it's makin' 'em squint
Got me a ten and I ran to the country and ever since then, I've been runnin' and runnin'
Hittin' your b*tch from the back and I'm pullin' her tracks, she hollerin', "I'm c*mmin', I'm c*mmin'"
How I maneuver, I'm huggin' a b*tch
Siberia, I ain't even cold as a b*tch
Bacteria, remix the soda with Tris
Superior to these lil' n*ggas, they p*ssed
Who the f*ck labeled you boss? You a b*tch
I'm leavin' as soon as the trailer in hitch
n*gga
Mmm, I'll never lose hope in my wrist
I ain't never been scared of a risk