Thousands (Barbershop) lyrics

[Verse 1]
Go go
Ay, hold up let me put my air force ones on
Z06 corvette
They say don't come to the shoot without a haircut
Check
I just wake up put sh*t on I don't even be tryin and I'm fresh
Pull up to the barbershop
I got a thousand, f*ck who next
I got a message for the streets and
I got a message for the press
So many thousands I got a thousand
For every thousand you could flex
I got two thousand for every thousand in your jeans, n*gga get
I got a thousand times ten that's ten thousand on your head
I came out drippin' thousand dollars
I spent a thousand on my kicks
I didn't buy that philippe shirt they wanted a thousand for that sh*t
Dropped 50 thousand on my car that week they shot it, boy I'm p*ssed
The trap fire, I got ten thousand for anybody throw a hit
They be like why ya hair dyed
I spent 2 & change on this sh*t
I be like my hair dyed but that ain't the only thing that did
I remember I pull out with my Glock
That's the only thing they see
I'm talking 99 times 55
That how many times I slid
Shoot him in his chest
Split that n*gga wig
Hit him in his leg
When he try to jump the fence
First time I shoot semi I had to turn into a switch
First he talking gangster choppa turn him to a b*tch
[Verse 2]
Go, go
Onto the next one
The n*ggas dyin' like they lining up for [?]
b*tch I walk like I talk like
A motherf*cking expert
Run a n*gga down
Shoot him in his legs first
I'm tryin' to slow him down
Then stand over a head burst
That boy hit so many times
They close the casket
Shot the dead first
Shot that n*gga so many times
Everyday his brother taken ten percs
Spray the funeral
I hope he got a bad perc
Clipped on him
This boy Vietnamese
Assassins too, to stop this mother f*cker
You need ten shirts, and ten vests
When I spray I don't break no sweat
Choppa spittin'
Through the air
Talkin' sh*t in every song
b*tch I be flier than a damn jet
A plane
I should have grown up on Atlanta Express
A train, we say the name amtrak
Plus we need a funeral cuz Spina killed the damn track
Cut a n*gga water off
Trap doing bad
f*ck I'm living good and I'm up
But it's still bad
[?] trash bag, n*ggas
And I'm still glad
[?]
[Outro]
They say
They say you ain't have no good songs
[?] my n*ggas ain't good, we great
You heard me we forever straight