Think Twice

I'm off the goose
Taking your broad, do it a lot, no longer news
Look at the clues, she come with you but still wanna choose
Leaving with me, she need to be cut on the loose
Checkout the Crocs, they be the Drews
Top of the morning
Need me some top in the morning
It don't matter where you at
Only matter where you going
I go hard every quarter
Can't hang with us we balling
Had bars since monkey bars when I was saving up for Mike Jordan's
Flawless, how I need my teeth soon
Your bitch sending nude pics when I was back typing on Env2
Tree too potent for these dudes, overboard
Trying way too hard just play your part bro
I seen the clock tick tocking
On the block, Serge Ibaka
Swinging like I'm Hopkins
Rock a Yankee cap in Boston
I keep it humble just my teeth that I'm flossing
This crooked smile it done last me awhile, I said
Just left the hills, no tracker just the nature
No neighbors, no danger, I'm the black ranger
Mighty Morphin, uh elimination of corpses
We can do the floor seats
I'm surely not the shortest oh no
Paper chasing this is pocket change
But just in case I got the pocket rocket
Higher flow now Hollywood is tamed, for now
I think my habits just might last me awhile

My dad told me get my bands up
Mic check make the people stand up
Mike D you don't wanna get ran up
Say it with your chest homie man up
Think twice think twice
Pray to Christ you don't see me have you begging for your life
Motherfucker think twice, think twice
Took the chain up off my neck had to throw it in some ice

I got three different broads
Title, they wanna shot
Eat the pussy passionate could be lifeless and in a box
Icing that's on the top
Casa that's on the rocks
The bagel I got with lox for homies that's in New York
Using my force to go straight to your head
And he's no good to me dead word to Boba Fett
I leave whatnots at the bus stop
My bitch keep me hype I prolly take a break to bust that
I bust back ooh
Sit back lounging with a lil redhead
Never cuff that, wouldn't want that
Even on my death bed
I just been all on my Red-Dead
Might shoot back, shoot back
They like Conrad you the GOAT
I'm like true that true that
I'm like true that true that
Twenty-two stacks back to back
Holly how you do that, do that
I ain't never had to sell crack
But I spit dope matter of fact
Quickdraw in my bag, jackpot
How the fuck is your bitch my mascot?
You Cashapping her ass shots?

My dad told me get my bands up
Mic check make the people stand up
Mike D you don't wanna get ran up
Say it with your chest homie man up
Think twice, think twice
Pray to Christ you don't see me have you begging for your life
Motherfucker think twice, think twice
Took the chain up off my neck had to throw it in some ice



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Writer(s): Connor Johnson
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