SHE THOUGHT! Lyrics

Bitch thought I was gone, bitch thought I was gone Pay to hit that she out of her mind He tried to run

556s caught up quick, and hit his spine

He tried to run

Then quickly realized he wasn't gon' make

it far

No beef with bums, how you gon' slide on us

And yeen even got no motion

Swerving off potion

When fuck niggas come around, I don't say shit

I keep it kosher

Oh, that's your shooter?

That nigga really a bitch, my brother poked him

That boy ain't livin' like he said he is, somebody need to expose him

They be like, Jaydoe, you finna blow

You just need a little exposure

I made a movie with your bitch, we only watch when she come over

These niggas gay dick, hoppin' clicks, and I'm really finna expose them

I'm with the G-U-A-P, we dont lock thumbs, then I don't know him

These niggas could never be gang, they better off tryna go clone them

Boy, I could never be a lame

That shit in your blood, nigga, you was born one

These niggas always need change

Ain't one of mine

Then you can't hold none

That nigga play, the sawed off , turn a nigga's stomach to a donut

They say that nigga caught a body, I'm like, so what

Huh

He diss on gang, in any way, then it'll go up in this bitch

She wanna pop, I'd rather pour up

But I told baby Shit can do her shit, no, I won't judge up in this bitch

lets get litty

Same niggas had a buzz, cold now, we the hottest in the city

Swervin' high as fuck, I put it in God's hands, like, just be with me

Oops, I did it again, this another hit, I feel like Britney

Beam on his mans, it's a two for one, I gotta get him

Bitch, like you came from France, French kiss my dick if you missed it

Right after I fucked a bitch, I told the hoe, I kinda need my distance

No I can't fuck with niggas, every time shit hit the fan, they end up snitchin

So I don't put them in my business or a Rico-ass nigga end up Mitchin

This shit be crazy

Jaydoe in a whole different bag

This is one for the ages, Total Drama Island theme song

Bitch, I don't wanna be famous, Where that bag at?

Where that cash at? Like, don't skip past that

These niggas always cappin', pull up, turn they block to Baghdad

All these rappers my sons, and I don't take care of none, guess I'm a bad dad

Boy we smoke real za

hop in this hot box, gon' need a gas mask

Class clown, I used to be a joke, now, bitch, who got the last laugh?

Ha

bitch thought I was gone

Ha

Bitch thought I was gone pay to hit that

She out of her mind

he tried to run

556s caught up quick, and hit his spine

He tried to run

Then quickly realized it wasn't gon' make it, far

No beef with bums, how you gon' slide on us

And yeen ain't got no motion

Slurring off potion

Ion give a fuck What these niggas talkin' bout

You know what I'm sayin'

I'm in a whole different bag right now, like

Look

I just can't be fucked with

You know what I'm sayin', like

The fuckin' Guap bitch

Grah-Buh