Thoughts to Myself (feat. 1150)
I could be playing in a blender but I rather work a laptop
Everybody got a glizzy me and my niggas hate opps
Ian gotta touch you everybody know I call shots
How the fuck you think that nigga got his momma car stopped
556's what we fill em with make his heart drop
Bitch I'm in the fat black shit Ian gon stop
A Hunnid down nova nigga ion fear no opp
A Hunnid down nova nigga ion fear no opp
I'm swangin with the monkeys and I'm swimming with them damn sharks
Bitch I'm from Daytona if they hit the lights we don't stop
I'm swangin with the monkeys and I'm swimming with them damn sharks
And I'm
Fn on my hip the one with the red dot on the way to that sell then I made a pit stop
Finna go buss tt with this fuckin straight drop
Roll the window down hand to hand then I seen another pop
Made 10 racks then a nigga had to fuckin stop
Got to paranoid I was clutching on that fucking Glock
Can't grit with everybody cause these niggas to phony
Reaper that's my right hand man we don't do homies
If I call lil don he gon do yo ass for free
Karma due to all niggas takin souls for 3
1150 Shit posted to be a family
How the fuck is you my nigga and you turned yo back on me
How the fuck is you my nigga and you turned yo back on 3
1150 Shit we supposed to be the winning team
I'd be wrong if I forget the things Cho did for me
That's still my nigga and I love em everything ain't what it seem
Everybody got a glizzy me and my niggas hate opps
Ian gotta touch you everybody know I call shots
How the fuck you think that nigga got his momma car stopped
556's what we fill em with make his heart drop
Bitch I'm in the fat black shit Ian gon stop
A Hunnid down nova nigga ion fear no opp
A Hunnid down nova nigga ion fear no opp
I'm swangin with the monkeys and I'm swimming with them damn sharks
Bitch I'm from Daytona if they hit the lights we don't stop
I'm swangin with the monkeys and I'm swimming with them damn sharks
And I'm
Fn on my hip the one with the red dot on the way to that sell then I made a pit stop
Finna go buss tt with this fuckin straight drop
Roll the window down hand to hand then I seen another pop
Made 10 racks then a nigga had to fuckin stop
Got to paranoid I was clutching on that fucking Glock
Can't grit with everybody cause these niggas to phony
Reaper that's my right hand man we don't do homies
If I call lil don he gon do yo ass for free
Karma due to all niggas takin souls for 3
1150 Shit posted to be a family
How the fuck is you my nigga and you turned yo back on me
How the fuck is you my nigga and you turned yo back on 3
1150 Shit we supposed to be the winning team
I'd be wrong if I forget the things Cho did for me
That's still my nigga and I love em everything ain't what it seem
Credits
Writer(s): Izaiah Mccante
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