Think About It ft. PBoog Lyrics

When I think about it

How I'm not on by now

When I really stop and think about it how I'm not on right now

Grinding late nights til the morning

Can't stop man you know I want it

Gotta get it by any means

Hustle hard be the routine

Now that I think about it

How I'm not on right now

Now that I think about it

Why I'm not in a foreign by now

I been working hard I demand respect

Give me mine or I'm at ya neck

You play with the loot and then you dead

I'll have my gunnas aimed at ya neck

Now that I think about it

How I'm not on right now

Now that I think about it

Why I'm not in a foreign by now

I been working hard I demand respect

Give me mine or I'm at ya neck

You play with the loot and then you dead

I'll have my gunnas aimed at ya neck

Late nights early mornings long nights long days

Shit you can call it what you wanna

Got the hotbox feeling like a sauna

I puff away problems

I'm wit all the smoke so trust me you don't want these problems

What's five plus four I got the rondo it'll solve 'em

What number zo

That's the two it causes trauma

So you better slam on them break pads fore I make you break fast

Or that be end of ya life it was quicker than a fucking eighth last

Bullets make a nigga break dance

Risk it all for some Ray bands

I was dishin em off fuck spending it all

Tryna get you listen to my tape man

Why can't I just ball live like I'm having all top of hill I'm aiming

Tired of taking a loss stepping up to a boss this level shit takes patience

Driving foreigners and all doing the dash I'm gone whoever want it we racing

So how I ain't on right now

Them days was lonely now

Get paid for sold out crowds

From mid to smoking loud

Tryna perform at rolling loud

Was a fan but she on it now

Not a fan but she on it now

She finally jumped on the wave now that them days ain't storming now

Make sure all my niggas is straight gone get that money ground

Mama all the bills is paid no time for worry now

So gone and put that apron down we at the round table they serving

And after dinner then it's cake blue cheese I'm serving out

Not the dip but the Franks stacked in my bank account

I knew one day that I'll be great

And now we laughing to the bank

How I'm not on right now