My Thoughts

(álbum: Trillest - 2017)

Yeah, ayy mute me
Damn E this a classic

Same game plan, get the money, get yo family out
If I had her, you can have her too, she my hammy-downs
Lately all I do is show my face, they pull they panties down
My young dawg say he up on phones, I'm with the scammily now
Hmm, clean cups and bank rolls
My bitch ass fat as hell but her waist gone
I got a shoe box full, that's if the bank closed
I'm like the bakery baby, I bring the cake home
I want the pesos, my young bitch do what I say so
This what they hate fo? My young dawgs I made 'em wait for me
The neighbors know my name cause we banging, I feel like Trey Songz
I'm racked up, fresh off the hound, dressed in that A Rose
Pay my lawyer months in advance, He got the case closed
Gamble every day with my life, I got the bank closed
Fucked her once, Snoop hit her twice, we like the bang bros
I'm on the west serving unc beans, I got my chain on
It was all good when I was fucked up
I Iet my nuts hang like them white Cartier arms when them buffs tucked
Distorted from the ones that were once up
Learn from my mistakes, now a nigga know the game, so I'm one up
I got the Rolley sent away to get done up
F.N tucked by my dick, for the ones tryna run up
I stick the cash everytime I pick my son up, gotta keep it in
So when he's older he can turn up