Our Thoughts ft. Youngster E.G Lyrics

Huh, this a motherfuckin' freestyle in a minute

If you want the smoke, then you can come and get it

You tell me to quit my shit, but I ain't gonna listen

And your bitch started let me hittin

Nah, goofy nigga, I ain't kiddin

You thought your dumb ass was hittin'

Huh, I spit bars, but I'm not Eminem

This ain't no shit I wrote

This is a freestyle and it ain't a joke

I just pleased your bitch and made her choke

I stepped my foot on the gas

I fucked your girl and ran

Your mom hit you with a fuckin' frying pan

I'm sittin' there drinkin' out the can

I'm cussin' on the game I got banned

These punk niggas talkin' shit, I pulled up, they ran

You're flexin' to your bitch about your arms

While I'm holdin' up 20 bands in my motherfuckin' car

I knew this shit wasn't gonna go far

I pushed your ass off the bridge, can you swim

You drownin', I ain't savin' him

No, you can't, it's obvious

Just like your bitch was cheatin' on you on the Oculus

And I know that shit makes you pissed

But you gotta put a pass through, cause I don't give a shit

Neither does your bitch, and you try to act just like me

Come on, Riri, stand up

Once you swing, I'ma punch you in your gut

I walk around not givin' a fuck

This isn't some shit I wrote

This is a freestyle, don't you get it, bro

No, you don't

Your mom told you put on a coat in advance

Because you know a nigga's gonna shoot you in the chest

You never know, just take a wild guess

Come on, nigga, stand up

Quit talkin' all that shit cause you're pressed

I write my verses on your mom's chest

I say it out loud, people call me Captain Hook

Because I leave the motherfuckin' crowd shook

Nah, goofy nigga, this ain't no book

Come on, let me cook, I'ma spit some bars

I'ma diss on you, damn, dude, I didn't mean to make you cry

You're actin' like a little gay guy, you ain't got no balls

Ask your bitch about that great fall

I nutted in her like we were at the mall

You're a slob, a pig, you're like 12

Fatass, quit eatin' all them motherfuckin' donuts

I guess you could say he owns us

I own you, do the job

I'ma sit there while they bury you in the grave

Yeah, you're fuckin' six feet under

Just like your fuckin' brother

Yeah, I fucked your bitch, she sucked my dick

You didn't tell me you had a Latina bitch

This is why you're in the ground, because you're a snitch

Your bitch ran to me because I'm rich

You run in zig-zag lines, like I ain't gonna shoot you with a blick

Here's a trick, I got my finger on the trigger

You ain't no winner, you're a sinner

I heard you was hittin' her, I topped that back in December

Yeah, it was just a thing, don't get pressed

You're mad because I got that ding from your bitch

I nutted in her, gave that girl some kicks

Come on, pussy, run the fade, this ain't no 50 Shades of Grey

And it ain't no game you wanna play

I leave you bloody, your crown like a little bitch

Goofy, you shouldn't have snitched

Now I'm escaping reality, smoking weed

Hearing some shit about Melody

I'm high, fucked up in the sky

Now all I can say is bye

But I'm saying hello, hello

Can you hear me

Can you hear my voice

Very clearly

Or should I speak up for the fags that fear me

So what if I emphasize

I can never lie

I'm just kidding, psych

Now let me rewind

All these bitches call me Pinocchio

Every time I tell a lie, my nose grows

It's like I'm playing nose goes

With myself, so tighten the belt

Around the ceiling fan so I can strangle myself

Or wrangler, like the brand of my pants

That's strapped to my back so these rats can't sniff out my track

Even if I put down cheese on this trap

So what if I'm insane in my cranium

I'm still made of titanium

And I'm still screaming fuck you

Cause I'm gonna be number one

And now I'm done