Million Dollar Thoughts
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Shitting on 'em like a big yeah, okay, huh
Shitting on 'em like a big baby
Call me Glenn Davis huh, ShittyBoyz
Shitting on 'em like a big baby
Call me Glenn Davis
'Wood after 'Wood in rotation
Got my head banging
I'ma toss what I made today
I don't spend savings
I'ma keep it one hundred
Pocket full of Ben Franklins
Certified shit talker
Walk around and drip water
Better push the gas on the block
Bro 'nem whip sparkers mind on a milli'
Labels better have a big offer
Bro deep in that water
Would've thought a fish taught him
You would've been drowned
Bitch ain't know my songs back then
But she hip now
Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou'
Headshot what? You don't do
Shit but hit clouds
What, you mad at the sky or somеthing?
You ain't gotta post the addy
Promise we gon' find the function
Buffs with the frozest ice chunks
Got my sinus running
Running up a check in SBs
Catch me Nike stunting
I'll probably catch you on the
Corner waiting on a bus
Unky got expensive habit's
Fourteen hundred on a cup but he fucked up
He spend his free pape' on a slut
Beating up the road currently
Right now I'm on a run
Shooting down south in a rental
The Waffle House for breakfast
No cap, with Visas
I'll take the hottest route and press it
Pull out that big Draky
Bet he drop that lil' weapon
With the real life mob
They nonstop with all the stepping
Yeah, okay, back to back in race cars
It's looking like the Piston Cup
762s like Kawhi Leonard, they'll rip him up
I'ma wipe somebody shit clean
Don't let me get a punch
Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup
Swerving 'round tryna scale something
Made the DIGI jump bape jacket hit for six
Tell your bitch to zip me up
If it ain't about no USD
Don't even hit me up
Times changed, tables turned
I got 'em sick that Jimmy up
How the fuck you grown as
Hell with lil' kid money?
Can't relate, I'm young as hell
Ten on the fit, dummy
Can't relate to other rappers
You won't take this kit from me
Don't get stomped out in some spikes
You see the kicks bloody tryna wrestle
Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins
You ain't got it in the booth
So move on to the next option
Got a killer hanging out the
Sunroof tryna headshot 'em
Pull up on your bitch like Young Money
Left her bed rocking
Where the fuck the competition at?
Heard dog song
He should've called that shit
The biggest cap slam dunked on your bitch
Made sure her rim detached
Green, orange, and blue Demons
Looking like Aristocats
Green, pink, and blue money
Which roll you wanna see?
BabyTron, I'm who your lil'
Fucking brother wanna be
If she ain't throwing neck
Guarantee I'ma wanna leave
But I got a bad bitch now
I don't wanna cheat
I'll have my bitch score for
Me like she Lisa Leslie
Made me twenty, so I sent her OT
I think she ready
Let her take a pic in the chain
Now she think she heavy out in Cali'
Know some Salvadorians'll bring machetes
Huh, yeah, bitch
Real life, yeah, this real life
Huh, it's real life ayy, ShittyBoyz