Thought This Is ft. S. Beezy Lyrics

Tell me where they at though huh

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh

Getting the bag for the cutlus

Talking your trash and I dub it

I'm with your girl why you cuffing

I'm getting lit at the function

While you be making assumptions

I got the bag because fuck it

Flossy ain't with the fuck shit

Bossy your bitch she love it

Cocky I'm getting too comfortable

Really about it now I'm lit

Life is too wonderful I'm feeling rowdy

The real party know it's gonna be it

Step back flow it gotta kick back

Ripping up the beat no six pack

Gotta fit a big bag

In the back of the cab no I ain't fucking with the dummy chit chat

I don't got time for that shit

Bad girl that's lemon lime on her lips

Mad curls maybe I got time for a sec

Kill a rhyme for a check getting by for a ten

Wait stop for a sec

I'm on the top go off on a breathe

All for the love and I'm far from the best

But a king's heart never gon' stop till I'm dead

Like a prophecy read in my notebook

I don't wanna break hold a minute on my hook

Hit them with the dank

Take a hit now the hoes look

Funny how it change when you draped in a cold look

Sauce em in the paint with the bro on a no look

Throw it off the off the bank like I'm Bron I'm sick

Banking in a bill about to palm your chick

Raking in bread better stop your shit

Save it I'm patient and balling bitch

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh

Pass me the mic and you know that I get it

Give me the pack and you know that I flip it

Big money faces you know what I'm getting

These nigga's softer that pillows and blankets

Back hurt from the weight of the world on my shoulders

But I'm never folding I only get better

Top of the world like the fourth of July

When my shooter's start popping barrettes

Been ten down toes down

Aye

Bitch gimme the crown

Yuh

Cup spilling on the ground

Yeah

All you niggas like some clowns

Big shoes wear em out

Aye

Putting my town on the map like I'm dropping a pin aye

Ain't goin back cuz you know where I been

I'm in a coup me and TRnTH in a benz

Don't know no L's cuz we came here to win

Yea yea

This is the truth yea we came here to win uh

Playing for rings like the championship aye yuh

Been about it since I was a kid uh

Ran out of fucks I don't got one to give nah aye

We eating good bitch you know how we live yeah look

Call up Trahma gon' split up your wig

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is

Ripping on a bong get to coughing big

I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit

Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh