‍thought ends (groupchat) - JONA$ Remix lyrics

[Chorus: Adrian Hossler]
N-n-n-number one in the group chat, it’s crazy
How they let the rookie take the cake like it’s Jay-Z?
Getting lazy
Don’t need promo, I just talk my sh*t daily
Hey radio, just f*cking play me

[Verse 1: Adrian Hossler]
He a b*tch
Get all puffed up like a fisk
Get it stitched
You so cool just like my fit
Thought this line was gonna hit
Thought it was the f*cking trigger finger itch, ah
Thought that this picture was messy
Think these b*tches gon' test me? (huh)

[Verse 2: billy !]
I just parked the coupe on top the hill you said I floored it
I just dropped a project Channel told me go and tour it
Stacks and Ye said 30 Hours baby I need more of them
Bass line so damn hard it might not show you where the court ends
I bodied Cortez, I'm f*ckin' gorgeous (Okay!)
They're askin' me where my new sh*t is
I tell them "Switch the topic"
I'll only talk to Fader if they ask me when I'm droppin'
Sold the van, I bought a car, they ask me where the top is
Said use an exclamation point, that's where the f*cking thought ends
Said use an exclamation point, that's where the f*cking thought ends
Said use an exclamation point, that's where the f*cking thought ends
N-n-n-
[Bridge: Adrian Hossler]
Where’d the beat go? (Yah)

[Verse 3: Adrian Hossler]
Fall, wreck, ribs, neck
I slam into that pus*y so to b*tch break (haha)
I still get Jay-Z dinner with no cake
And these b*tches can't get close to my paycheck

[Bridge 2: billy !]
Hey radio just f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin'-f*ckin'-f*ckin'
f*ckin' play me, play me

[Verse 4: billy !]
He a b*tch
Never gave up all my hits
f*ck, I slipped
Now he's playin' like a b*tch
Keep that up, you might get rich
All this f*ck sh*t makes my trigger finger itch, uh
Play with the pitch, it gets messy
Open the pit when you bless me
Homie, do not f*ckin' text me
Homie, you do not impress me, uh
How many times do I have to be tellin' you sh*t that I already said?
How many times are you checking his pulse, that f*cker is already dead
And if I step out and I see his ass, there's gon' be a price on his head
Ain't playin' with me, boy, the last thing you see is a whole lotta red
-ed-ed-ed-ed-ed-ed
-ed-ed-ed-ed-ed-ed
Said use an exclamation point, that's where the f*cking thought ends
[Verse 5: 4cf]
b*tch
I can’t even hear myself
'Cause the thoughts don’t end
I can feel myself in the backrooms
Baseline
Still myself
Tryna act new
Baby, I don't need no help
In a vacuum
Scream, but it’s still no help
In a off-white tracksuit
Feel so cold, when I ask you
Tell me how it feel so hell
Put a comma, so the thought don’t end
Oh W-

[Verse 6: Meezy]
Won’t say it to my face behind they have discussions
I been laying low, I think it’s time to cause a ruckus
Motherf*ckers in they 40s and they still not doing sh*t
16, still a junior to this sh*t
Number one in the group chat, it’s crazy
I’ve been working hard, tell the radio to play me
And I’ve been feeling so alone, feeling lazy
Always number one, what they say, doesn’t phase me
[Outro: billy !]
Number one in the group chat, it’s crazy