Winter Thoughts
All these fake niggas playin' games
All these bitches want is the fame
And I don't even want to play this game, no
I'm just bout makin' that paper, uh
Yes im workin' real hard
Yes im tryna play the right cards
Call me the magician
Cuz im just tryna make, wishes, happen with you
Damn
With you
Damn
With you, damn
See she wanna play the spades with my heart
I'm not hearing it
I just wanna show her that, I don't have no fear in it
I just wanna shoot up, hold up wait, yeah
I just mixed a bottle
Got the dirty sprite, hold up wait, yeah
I pop a bottle, yeah she wanna suck up on me
But I only fuck with models
I just wanna keep it real
I just wanna see tomorrow
I just wanna show you what we do in the stu
With the bros, that's on call
Now you seeing what we do
Now you seeing what we do
Pull up with the ones and twos
Got you singing like the blues
Got them birds like a flu
I don't know what's wrong with you
Because them pockets steady going
I don't have to really stop
Until I HAVE to stop and show em
Had to have a toe and tell
I just had to show and tell
She just tell me all the details
While I get rewinds and D'tails
Me-tails
We-tails
Retails
All under one
She got the twos while I go on the threes
I got the pictures, she got the cheese
I got the birds, she left the bees
I wanna go, she wanna snap
I got the chat
Fool get the back
Ion really care
You got the mac
I got the book
We gonna cook
Shut up and look
Ion really care
I wanna pull on the tracks in her hair
Ion really care
Ion really care
I steer and I stare when I pass into twelve
Ion really pass into twelve
That's for hell
She wanna get it in her hair
Im not calling no gel
She wanna go in hotel
Cuz she like all the smell
I don't wanna look over, cuz that is a whelm
Yeah, that is a whelm
Im saved by the bell
Class is in session nigga
Sit and tell
I'm tellin these niggas
I'm showin these niggas
These niggas, they fake
Im exposing these niggas
Yeah
Its show and tell time
Show me what you doing on the beat
Lets hit the grind
Its grind time
Im getting mine
My niggas yeah we in the stu
347
These niggas dial our number but
We left em
Leadin
We let them lead for a while
And then we take the shinnies
Niggas, yeah
They want my shine
They ain't shootin like a star
Look, these niggas ain't on mind
Yeah, im higher on cloud nine
Niggas better drop to they feet
Niggas better get on they knees
Yeah, im the rap god
Yeah, im the king
Niggas better crown me, look
They better crown me
These niggas clowning
This my fucking team
BANG
All these bitches want is the fame
And I don't even want to play this game, no
I'm just bout makin' that paper, uh
Yes im workin' real hard
Yes im tryna play the right cards
Call me the magician
Cuz im just tryna make, wishes, happen with you
Damn
With you
Damn
With you, damn
See she wanna play the spades with my heart
I'm not hearing it
I just wanna show her that, I don't have no fear in it
I just wanna shoot up, hold up wait, yeah
I just mixed a bottle
Got the dirty sprite, hold up wait, yeah
I pop a bottle, yeah she wanna suck up on me
But I only fuck with models
I just wanna keep it real
I just wanna see tomorrow
I just wanna show you what we do in the stu
With the bros, that's on call
Now you seeing what we do
Now you seeing what we do
Pull up with the ones and twos
Got you singing like the blues
Got them birds like a flu
I don't know what's wrong with you
Because them pockets steady going
I don't have to really stop
Until I HAVE to stop and show em
Had to have a toe and tell
I just had to show and tell
She just tell me all the details
While I get rewinds and D'tails
Me-tails
We-tails
Retails
All under one
She got the twos while I go on the threes
I got the pictures, she got the cheese
I got the birds, she left the bees
I wanna go, she wanna snap
I got the chat
Fool get the back
Ion really care
You got the mac
I got the book
We gonna cook
Shut up and look
Ion really care
I wanna pull on the tracks in her hair
Ion really care
Ion really care
I steer and I stare when I pass into twelve
Ion really pass into twelve
That's for hell
She wanna get it in her hair
Im not calling no gel
She wanna go in hotel
Cuz she like all the smell
I don't wanna look over, cuz that is a whelm
Yeah, that is a whelm
Im saved by the bell
Class is in session nigga
Sit and tell
I'm tellin these niggas
I'm showin these niggas
These niggas, they fake
Im exposing these niggas
Yeah
Its show and tell time
Show me what you doing on the beat
Lets hit the grind
Its grind time
Im getting mine
My niggas yeah we in the stu
347
These niggas dial our number but
We left em
Leadin
We let them lead for a while
And then we take the shinnies
Niggas, yeah
They want my shine
They ain't shootin like a star
Look, these niggas ain't on mind
Yeah, im higher on cloud nine
Niggas better drop to they feet
Niggas better get on they knees
Yeah, im the rap god
Yeah, im the king
Niggas better crown me, look
They better crown me
These niggas clowning
This my fucking team
BANG
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Writer(s): Kiwan Brown
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