Thanos
In my downtime i was still up
Hookah lounge wit them real ones
I'm numb as fuck i don't feel love
Hards times got me built tuff
No cornballs no milkduds
Flexin' for the cameras
You a film buff
But a mathematician when the bill come
I'm with riders and pros
Lions and wolves
No outsiders outside of these hoes
Never lie down but i'd lie under oath
Grams jumping like a retirement home
They spying like hoes
Out here trying the most
Like sum I-G models striking a pose
All that chilling You gone die in the cold
Ain't no worry with us
Bad bitty tell her hurry it up
Spring cleaning
Cause they playing dirty as fuck
Tee loc T for Thanos i snap & rappers get turned into dust
Kirby my cup
Shit heavy need a courtesy flush
Ring ring i'ma call em out
Old heads used to talk me down
Now they on my time line proppin' now
Tryna draw sum clout
Fuck A follow count
Whats the comma count
Toxic vibes got me volatile
Came out the mud like a crocodile
I mean Fuck em as long as my mama proud i'm straight
You say i'm wilding
How the fuck you figure
Came from public housing
How the fuck you figure
Ya O-G will vouch it
How the fuck you figure
Really put them miles in
How the fuck you figure
How you figure rock paper scissor
Sell rock stack paper you cut
Sell it pure no cut
Straight cash no cuffs
Laid back and I'm countin' up
Like 6 figures really ain't enough
Watch my moves on the internet
All good I ain't showing much
Never telling no info
Wrist out the window
Serving off a flip phone
Rather move the whole thing tho
Stacking up shit Im tryna be the distro
On my neck gold statue
Thousands for the track suit
I borrow couple zips if I have to
I ain't never have to
Couple bands for the smoke in my lungs
G-town always rep where I'm from
Bad vibes I'm allergic to them
Take flight bitch I'm gone in the wind
Late night no sleep i'ma win
Count money all in
Hate but they watch me on film
I ain't catching no feelings
I'm trying to cash my first million off of drug dealing
Crop season got us all eating
Drought season got your heart beating
No money than we not beefing
Gotta get it 'til the law reaching
Jack boys & they all creeping
Hoes creeping
V-I-P treatment
Trip beaming stack money all I know dog
Foreign on the road dog
Money on the phone call
You say i'm wilding
How the fuck you figure
Came from public housing
How the fuck you figure
Ya O-G will vouch it
How the fuck you figure
Really put them miles in
How the fuck you figure
Hookah lounge wit them real ones
I'm numb as fuck i don't feel love
Hards times got me built tuff
No cornballs no milkduds
Flexin' for the cameras
You a film buff
But a mathematician when the bill come
I'm with riders and pros
Lions and wolves
No outsiders outside of these hoes
Never lie down but i'd lie under oath
Grams jumping like a retirement home
They spying like hoes
Out here trying the most
Like sum I-G models striking a pose
All that chilling You gone die in the cold
Ain't no worry with us
Bad bitty tell her hurry it up
Spring cleaning
Cause they playing dirty as fuck
Tee loc T for Thanos i snap & rappers get turned into dust
Kirby my cup
Shit heavy need a courtesy flush
Ring ring i'ma call em out
Old heads used to talk me down
Now they on my time line proppin' now
Tryna draw sum clout
Fuck A follow count
Whats the comma count
Toxic vibes got me volatile
Came out the mud like a crocodile
I mean Fuck em as long as my mama proud i'm straight
You say i'm wilding
How the fuck you figure
Came from public housing
How the fuck you figure
Ya O-G will vouch it
How the fuck you figure
Really put them miles in
How the fuck you figure
How you figure rock paper scissor
Sell rock stack paper you cut
Sell it pure no cut
Straight cash no cuffs
Laid back and I'm countin' up
Like 6 figures really ain't enough
Watch my moves on the internet
All good I ain't showing much
Never telling no info
Wrist out the window
Serving off a flip phone
Rather move the whole thing tho
Stacking up shit Im tryna be the distro
On my neck gold statue
Thousands for the track suit
I borrow couple zips if I have to
I ain't never have to
Couple bands for the smoke in my lungs
G-town always rep where I'm from
Bad vibes I'm allergic to them
Take flight bitch I'm gone in the wind
Late night no sleep i'ma win
Count money all in
Hate but they watch me on film
I ain't catching no feelings
I'm trying to cash my first million off of drug dealing
Crop season got us all eating
Drought season got your heart beating
No money than we not beefing
Gotta get it 'til the law reaching
Jack boys & they all creeping
Hoes creeping
V-I-P treatment
Trip beaming stack money all I know dog
Foreign on the road dog
Money on the phone call
You say i'm wilding
How the fuck you figure
Came from public housing
How the fuck you figure
Ya O-G will vouch it
How the fuck you figure
Really put them miles in
How the fuck you figure
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