My Thought Process

Yeah, Yeah, Hey
How you vibing?
Don't give a fuck how we vibing
Yeah
Aye nigga fuck a hook
Shit, I ain't reading no fucking book
I might just pull-up with that right and give you that left hook
Hey, give that bitch a beating with that left hook

I got Thrasher on my shirt cause I skate hoe, yeah
Got forces on ain't got no Bapes hoe
These hoes be stickin to a nigga like some tape hoe, yeah
And I just show 'em what I'm made of
I'ma big dog, super big dawg, yeah
I can't hang round you cause you don't get no money dawg
You acting funny I can't fuck with it
No I can't fuck it bussing, am I stuck with it?
In my glove with it
Taurus, Boris
I don't give a fuck what you on, I bet that you green today
Bussing namean today
Popping a bean today, say
I'm just gon' pull-up every with way and say yuhsay, hey
Load that loaded carbon when that day come
I fuck with Steve Harvie I get the bitches in the daytime
I just pulled lil shawty with that cellphone
I cannot sit up in no cell and call through jail phones, hell nah
Hey, hit the skate park and do a lil ollie
I fuck with lil white girl call her Dollie
She my darling can't switch up for nothing
She got that big strap and she bussing
All for 3, all for Don't Test Me
I didn't really give a fuck about you bitch I'm OGE
And I'm a keep the Only Good Energy around me
I can't fuck with you, you negative I'm shoving you
To the left, where the Juuli's at
Pull-up with a Glock and I'm using that, hey
Aye what you say now?
I'm all in your face now, which fucking way now?
I'm in the intersection, go which fucking way now?
Cage round my mic protect it from all of the noise that the hoes make
In the back when they make noises
I was with lil shorty and she rolling
Rolling off a jigga, I cannot fuck with her
Lazy ass bitch can't do nothing round me
I just told that bitch you better make some money round me
I just want some money every damn day baby
How the fuck you all up in my face with no cake baby?
Nothing to offer
I want a brother
Shit, I want a daughter
I want a monster
Up it yeah for sure
I don't like you or your hoe
I finesse, I want a check
Either fucking way I'm finna get a fucking check
If it's legal, I'm gon' be fly as fucking seagulls
If my shit is dirty they gon' sniff us like a beagle
Fuck 12 they can't do that
I got some dreams first I got to go pursue that
And I don't read no book so I don't need to go renew that
Hey, I knew that you was going to do that
You can't do that shit to me
Bitch I'm OGE, I pop yo
Slatt Slatt, 3 in the motherfucking booth
Hold on, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Haskins Iii
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