Fck Yo Thoughts
My goal been to live everyday like the life of a butterfly
Evolution of king as I reign thunderstorms from the other side
Drip drip and drop my hits ears stick they're tongues out
Get a taste of the trip, trip took 5 years to settle down
I'm pulling out the heavy metal now
I slipknot ever if the ground
Was a bowling lane with banana peels spread look I still wouldn't
Don't fuck around
Last night I got so drunk that I almost punched a nigga tooth out
For grabbing on a girl I was crushing on
I know it's random but I had to put it in a song
I might be losing my Doug Dimadome
Uh yeah nigga fuck yo thoughts yea Mhm
Look I say what I want yeah, mhm
Look throwing up the nawf
Wait take off that camouflage yeah
Mhm
Bitch I seen it all along
You can hide all you want
But yo ass still gon get caught
Bitch I got that light like moths wait
Nigga fuck yo thoughts, yeah
Mhm
Bitch I say what I want yeah
Mhm
Look I say what I
I could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
I could pull up on yo ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
Okay look here, I like ketchup on my toast
I like girls that watch the globe
I like dancing mama calls me handsome but I got no hoes
I might look like Maxwells son
But my phone stay dry as dust
Wait somebody's calling, who is calling
Scam likely, the fuck
Man damn my life is boring
Go outside go get drinks from the club
But outside paranoias me
Oh well nigga guess you gon be stuck
I might just watch some tv
Eat some grapes and kiwi
Hit up bae, o wait
Yeah, nigga you thought yeah
Mhm
Man it's cool you still got sauce yeah
Mhm
Wait your time worth so much more yeah
Mhm
Than all this shit you tripping on yeah
Mhm
Boy you got that drip like Voss
You got that gold like dawn
That stuff ain't what you want
Man look fuck them thoughts aye
Nigga fuck yo thoughts yeah
Mhm
Bitch I say what I want yeah
Mhm
Look, I say what I
Could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I,I, I run it
Could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
Evolution of king as I reign thunderstorms from the other side
Drip drip and drop my hits ears stick they're tongues out
Get a taste of the trip, trip took 5 years to settle down
I'm pulling out the heavy metal now
I slipknot ever if the ground
Was a bowling lane with banana peels spread look I still wouldn't
Don't fuck around
Last night I got so drunk that I almost punched a nigga tooth out
For grabbing on a girl I was crushing on
I know it's random but I had to put it in a song
I might be losing my Doug Dimadome
Uh yeah nigga fuck yo thoughts yea Mhm
Look I say what I want yeah, mhm
Look throwing up the nawf
Wait take off that camouflage yeah
Mhm
Bitch I seen it all along
You can hide all you want
But yo ass still gon get caught
Bitch I got that light like moths wait
Nigga fuck yo thoughts, yeah
Mhm
Bitch I say what I want yeah
Mhm
Look I say what I
I could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
I could pull up on yo ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
Okay look here, I like ketchup on my toast
I like girls that watch the globe
I like dancing mama calls me handsome but I got no hoes
I might look like Maxwells son
But my phone stay dry as dust
Wait somebody's calling, who is calling
Scam likely, the fuck
Man damn my life is boring
Go outside go get drinks from the club
But outside paranoias me
Oh well nigga guess you gon be stuck
I might just watch some tv
Eat some grapes and kiwi
Hit up bae, o wait
Yeah, nigga you thought yeah
Mhm
Man it's cool you still got sauce yeah
Mhm
Wait your time worth so much more yeah
Mhm
Than all this shit you tripping on yeah
Mhm
Boy you got that drip like Voss
You got that gold like dawn
That stuff ain't what you want
Man look fuck them thoughts aye
Nigga fuck yo thoughts yeah
Mhm
Bitch I say what I want yeah
Mhm
Look, I say what I
Could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I,I, I run it
Could pull up on your ass stunting
But I'm not even gon flex nothin
Don't make me go there run it
I, I, I run it
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Writer(s): Parris Edwards
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