Critical Thoughts Lyrics

Ooh, so many miles away Ooh, heaven knows that I love you

Get money in

Bitch, I'm hot thinkin' bout my brother like damn

Quick to kick a bitch out, bam

Me and my niggas in the field, rams

All these folks askin' me who I am

Tryna send a nigga home grand, slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, sans

I get nervous when I see a white van

Live out a store, die back, nigga, cold now

Let's make a movie, then put it on two

Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, it's spooky

I put the gun down, beat you with Bruce Lee

My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep

Better put gloves on when you finna handle me

Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat

Gotta watch people there, suck you dry like a leech

Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps

All right, what we gon' do right here

Let Tevye talk

Bitch, you know you better watch your mouth

I'ma flood the city if they yellin' it's a drought

My new bitch block, get your sweet darts out

Street says the jungle line for a walkin' hour

Ho can barely make a penny, but the bitch proud

Cook a nigga for the chicken like Kung Pao

AR cuttin' through shit, Kung Lao

Guns from Israel, Africa, Moscow

On top of my gang, can't see nothin' below me

Y'all can't hold me in the game, I feel like Kobe

Gun got a long nose on it, it's a no-go

Got four fast, need change, lil' homie

If I'm a heavyweight, then my bitch gotta be pressure

The way she givin' me bread, I feel like The Professor

Two guns with me, ain't no cowboy in a Western

Put his ass to sleep, this ain't Best Western

You ain't my bitch, never mind who I'm textin

I smoke pressure, stronger weed, less stressin

Pockets overload, that's what I call rich flexin

I can teach him how to ball, but he don't want the lessons

Turn the city to a ghost town, evil resident

When they askin' for more of it, I get blessed

Cause I'm like, bitch, I'm hot

Thinkin' bout my brother like, damn

Quick to kick a bitch out, bam

Me and my niggas in the field, ram

All these folks askin' me who I am

Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance

I get nervous when I see a white van

Live by the store, die by the nigga, Conan

Let's make a movie, then put it on Tubi

Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, get spooky

I put the gun down, beat you, Bruce Lee

My bitch set him up, I rob him, way steep

Better put gloves on when you finna handle me

Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat

Gotta watch people, they'll suck you dry like a leech

Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps

Alright fellas, pull your lady clothes

Whisper this in her ear

I gotta force this hoe to get paid

I'm like, aight, fuck it, eat the cake, anime

I got four hoes steppin' up in four days

That robbery was staged, bitch, this ain't no play

I need my pox fat like Moray

I got a Mexican plug named Jorge

I'm the Beckham man, baby, need more cakes

You wanna argue, then fuck, I guess that's foreplay

Goin' with that monkey shit around me

Embarrassin' me, RP, Pimp C

My bitch way better than Alicia Keys

I sold keys, but I be sellin' weed usually

Heard he a snitch, nigga, that's a tellin' key

Don't tell me nothin' that you heard about me

My brother's locked in like felonies

We gon' teach your ass a lesson if you keep testin' me

Put his ass to sleep like he restin', see

Police, they try arrestin' me

I'ma stay fresh till the fuckin' death of me

Pockets extra large, nigga, I ain't heavy, dude

No denim heavily, cause God stay with me

Why you actin' blind when you know it's plain to see

Mind structure say that I'm fire, came with heat

Whatever y'all pussy niggas told me, you could catch

I'm hot, thinkin' bout my brother like damn

Quick to kick a bitch out, bam

Me and my niggas in the field, ram

All these fucks askin' me who I am

Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam

Guns gon' put you to sleep, sans

I get nervous when I see a white van

Live out a store, die bad, nigga, cold now

Let's make a movie, then put it on tube

Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, get spooky

I put the gun down, beat you, Bruce Lee

My bitch set him up, I rob him, waist deep

Better put gloves on when you finna handle me

Halloween masked up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat

Gotta watch people, there's somethin' dry like a leech

Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps

Alright, now that everybody is accommodated

We just gon' dance

So many miles away

Heaven knows

That I love you

So many miles away

Heaven knows

That I love you

There we go, y'all

Hey, now this is set to move

And if y'all don't know how to do it

This how it's done, y'all

Mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm

Now turn around

You should be blind

Say it back

Now go left

Leave me

Leave me

Think about the stuff I've done

Now slow it down

Think about me

Yeah

Mm, mm, mm

Mm, mm, mm