Don't Think
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that bread
I need that royal uck
Thats the queens head
I cant pretend
Shout out my opps
I don't see them
I don't see them
I don't see them
Step out with rage
Thats luke cage
Pop half a what
Fly off the stage
I'm burnin sage
I'm like a mage
This is alchemy
This aint no voodoo
Im designer head to toe this aint no boohoo
Free S.P hes in the cage
They can lock the locks
But they cant stop the clocks
They can lock the locks
But they cant stop the clocks
I told the gang
Go get the bands
The whole world in my two hands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
Next time you wanna talk and look up in my face
You best remove all of that bass
One seven one five bro got the wap on his waist
Little brothers a nutcase
He'll take off half of your face
Niggas best pick up the pace
I'm tryna win in tis race
I got a trick up my sleeve
And its way more than an ace
I'm pulling up in a wraith
Feel like im from outta space
I feel my drink just got laced
I'm kinda liking the taste
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste
I'm a motherfucking motherfucking rockstar
I told the gang
Go get the bands
The whole world in my two hands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that bread
I need that royal uck
Thats the queens head
I cant pretend
Shout out my opps
I don't see them
I don't see them
I don't see them
Step out with rage
Thats luke cage
Pop half a what
Fly off the stage
I'm burnin sage
I'm like a mage
This is alchemy
This aint no voodoo
Im designer head to toe this aint no boohoo
Free S.P hes in the cage
They can lock the locks
But they cant stop the clocks
They can lock the locks
But they cant stop the clocks
I told the gang
Go get the bands
The whole world in my two hands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
Next time you wanna talk and look up in my face
You best remove all of that bass
One seven one five bro got the wap on his waist
Little brothers a nutcase
He'll take off half of your face
Niggas best pick up the pace
I'm tryna win in tis race
I got a trick up my sleeve
And its way more than an ace
I'm pulling up in a wraith
Feel like im from outta space
I feel my drink just got laced
I'm kinda liking the taste
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste, liking the taste yeah yeah
I'm kinda liking the taste
I'm a motherfucking motherfucking rockstar
I told the gang
Go get the bands
The whole world in my two hands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
Stick to the plan we gon get the grands
I don't think alot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Don't try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
I don't think a lot
I hit my dots
I hug the block
I'll never stop
Coming for the top
Dont try ask me what
Tryna get that gwop
Tryna get that gwop
Credits
Writer(s): Rickell Modeste
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