Thoughts

Slid thru in the lac, popped out smelling like dolce
Versace shades on, neck hurt cuz it hold the trophy's

3 gram wood blowing cookies wish these niggaz would
Step on bitches necks for them dollaz, gone need another foot

Give a bitch a inch and she gone take mile
This duse got me drowsy, crack yo window I'm bouta light the mild

Can't hold you I need the gas too
I know them polo gang boys dumping blood bring them bags thru
Heavy shit, rather sell it raw but I got a ready wrist
I'm damn near a doctor all this medicine

You paying what you weigh hold on then I'm about to measure it
Got baggies in the cabinet running low been out here peddling

Serve it to the geekers, niggaz tweaking i owe em shit
I Got it out the mud, you holding grudges, you ain't blessed a bit

But you blessed a bitch, she broke yo pockets heard you hurting now
Get slimey in the trenches, shit get wicked when ain't working out
Just keep yo head swiveled do ya best to stay un victimize
This shit out here get graphic, keep yo ratchet, don't let shit slide
Nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Mulligan
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