Think Again

Cheese drrah, paw
Grrah, bitch yea
Fr-rr-ra
Fuck, ei, let's go

If you think you finna spin (bitch)
Think again
Fuck around, find out again (huh)
You won't win
Murder weapons in the bushes, won't say that again
Everybody want me dead by summer bitch
Think again, think again

This the anthem (what!)
Better sign the ransom (yeah)
You acting like you cool and then you ran off, it don't make sense (yea)
Need to check your senses right, couple straps and couple knives (prrah)
My intend to kill the competition and drag 'em in the bin (power, power)

What the fuck you saying?
I ain't playing, get this shit to spraying (prrah)
Fuck, think I'm playing, what? Huh, I ain't playing bitch (bitch)

Put the couple clips inside the ditch, acting like a bitch (yeah)
If I'm on the stage then imma throw a pitch
Think again, think again

If you think you finna spin (bitch)
Think again
Fuck around, find out again (haha)
You won't win
Murder weapons in the bushes, won't say that again (brraah)
Everybody want me dead by summer bitch
Think again, think again

This the anthem (what?)
Better sign the ransom (yeah)
You acting like you cool and then you ran off, it don't make since
Need to check your senses right, couple straps and couple knives (aah)
My intend to kill the competition and drag 'em in the bin (V-V-Virgo)

I call these haters Super Mario, tryna bounce up on my dick (prrah)
They acting like they really the shit then switch
What the fuck is this? (Yeah)
Acting you lit, I got bodies on the bodies (all day)
I need a couple baddies I can call to have a party, bitch (yeah)

You know how I'm stacking ratchet bars on top of everything (yeah)
She thought, she all on Feet Finder, yeah you are not this shit
Acting like the him but the one that's him is me (yeah)
I'm tryna send the streets a warning that nobody's better than me (gang gang)

If you think you gonna spin (bitch)
Think again (yep)
A clip lodged in you spine showing your ass you ain't the man (no, you aren't)

All these motherfuckers tryna copy my vibe
But if they do, I reckon that they will when they are not alive (haha)

If you think you finna spin (bitch)
Think again
Fuck around, find out again (haha)
You won't win
Murder weapons in the bushes, won't say that again (nop)
Everybody want me dead by summer bitch
Think again, think again

This the anthem (what?)
Better sign the ransom (bitch)
You acting like you cool and then you ran off, it don't make sense (ah-aah)
Need to check your senses right (yea)
Couple straps and couple knives (yea)
My intend to kill the competition and drag 'em in the bin bitch (papa-paw)
Yeah



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Writer(s): Dashaun Isaiah Shute
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