Thumbin'
Baby I just been thumpin', through this shit
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
On a space ship in five chains, i ain't satisfied
Against the odds I'm the underdog, but still I rise
Got a new spot in a pent house and, it's hella high
She so proud It's random times, my momma cry
Money, money, money, that's the word from izzlе
Bitches claim they love mе, but it's just my izzlе
Bs' in a big text, I don't ever read em
Death threats to my dm's, I don't ever see em
Eat good, I sleep good, but it still ain't peaceful
No money and no guns, how you niggas beefing
Baffle while I'm laughing, cause this shit be outrageous
If you diss me then you dying
That's the way gon get famous
Baby I just been thumpin', through this shit
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
Baby I'm high till I die, why would I lie
A nigga like me, came out mind In the sky
Ten thousand on me, that ain't even a lie
I only be smoking this weed, yo' get bye
I only be clutching this Glock because I got too
Took one of mine drop there and we drop two
Thinking you tough but we know where to find you
Bitch you ain't even nobody to lie to
Fuck you talking bout, wait stop
Why you walking out
I been stacking this shit up, in large amounts
All these noises got a nigga paranoid
I done fucked around and, lost the count
Niggas know they shouldn't talk out there mouth
If it ain't bout money, can't come out the house
I had to jump off the porch there was no other route
We're black in America
Nigga you gonna sit down or you gonna stand up
Tryna do one thing get my bands up
Not can't tell where I bought fend, huh
I don't think they gonna hear, what I'm saying huh
But don't think they could cause nigga
I speak for the hood
Young nigga smoking on hood
Marathon OG in my woods
Baby I just been thumpin', through this shit
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
On a space ship in five chains, i ain't satisfied
Against the odds I'm the underdog, but still I rise
Got a new spot in a pent house and, it's hella high
She so proud It's random times, my momma cry
Money, money, money, that's the word from izzlе
Bitches claim they love mе, but it's just my izzlе
Bs' in a big text, I don't ever read em
Death threats to my dm's, I don't ever see em
Eat good, I sleep good, but it still ain't peaceful
No money and no guns, how you niggas beefing
Baffle while I'm laughing, cause this shit be outrageous
If you diss me then you dying
That's the way gon get famous
Baby I just been thumpin', through this shit
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
Baby I'm high till I die, why would I lie
A nigga like me, came out mind In the sky
Ten thousand on me, that ain't even a lie
I only be smoking this weed, yo' get bye
I only be clutching this Glock because I got too
Took one of mine drop there and we drop two
Thinking you tough but we know where to find you
Bitch you ain't even nobody to lie to
Fuck you talking bout, wait stop
Why you walking out
I been stacking this shit up, in large amounts
All these noises got a nigga paranoid
I done fucked around and, lost the count
Niggas know they shouldn't talk out there mouth
If it ain't bout money, can't come out the house
I had to jump off the porch there was no other route
We're black in America
Nigga you gonna sit down or you gonna stand up
Tryna do one thing get my bands up
Not can't tell where I bought fend, huh
I don't think they gonna hear, what I'm saying huh
But don't think they could cause nigga
I speak for the hood
Young nigga smoking on hood
Marathon OG in my woods
Baby I just been thumpin', through this shit
You know ain't nothing, new to this
I had to stop eating, ruth chris
Cause that shit had my stomach, to sick
I just bought me a Glock, with a new stick
I just came off the Lott, in some new shit
Say your a shooter then prove it
I ain't stack it I ran through it
Cause i know it's going away
Too many hundreds, can't go in the safe
Got too many shooters, ok go in the bay
Got too many shooters, don't go in that way
Baby we can fly out, if you want to
You know I do shit, that they don't do
She switch the channel, we old news
I stay high, that's so true
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Writer(s): Juwon Lee, Da'monte Lyles, Kevin Ludwig, J Gonzalez, Na Williams
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