Gang Thoughts

(CashMoneyAP)
Look, she know I’m the one, yeah
(Oh, BatGang on the track)

She know I’m the one yeah
And probably don’t want me
I take these chains off
Think that I’m dumb, yeah, these
Bitch ass niggas gon’ bleed
It ain’t my man’s fault
Check how I come, yeah, so
Much shit on my mind
I call it "Gang Thoughts"
Double back, blow the strap
Knock his fuckin’ brains off

Look, if I had his fifth baby
Ain't got one million for each baby
Nigga think that I'm crazy
Think bitches tryna eat baby
Paid ten-five for six months
I think that hoe think she slavin'
On Big Dump, it been dumb how I'm slidin'
No equation i'm strapped up for evasion
Tell that bitch "Come in" behind me
Joe gon' blow the Fin and
Save this shit for Fin
One lookout, we wasn't lookin' in
I had to changе my lens
I jumped up, grabbed my blick
I thought somеone was breakin' in
Say that you broke, ain't got
No hand, huh, bitch, come face one then
Take, yo' shit if he ain't got nun'
Know everyone gon' blow for Ten
Slide in that Maybach, got big Benz
My Rose factory
Look like that bitch sittin' on some tens
That bitch keep hackin' me
I told my brotha "Don't let her in"

She know I’m the one yeah
And probably don’t want me
I take these chains off
Think that I’m dumb, yeah, these
Bitch ass niggas gon’ bleed
It ain’t my man’s fault
Check how I come, yeah, so
Much shit on my mind
I call it "Gang Thoughts"
Double back, blow the strap, knock
His fuckin’ brains off, let's go