Assumptions Lyrics

Why you makin' all these assumptions

Why you makin' all these assumptions

Why you makin' all these assumptions

Why you makin' all these assumptions

Why you makin' all these assumptions

Lil' bitch, she trippin' conjunction

Tryna throw more than one or two things that don't mix together

Goddamn, what the fuck goin' on with me

I'm off the lean, I need some Wock man

No, I sip the drips man, fuck that shit, dawg

I need it all on the pint, man

Goddamn, I'm on a drink, man

Goddamn, I need some drink, man

I'm leanin' off the fuckin' drink, man

Pass the gas, cause I'm tryna get there

Let a nigga run up on me

I'ma tell him, hey, sir, you can't lay there

Let a nigga run up on me

I'ma tell him, hey, sir, you can't lay there

Don't give a fuck about a bitch

I had to jump in my bag and get out of my feelings

Don't give a fuck about a nigga

That's why I play it solo, so it's harder to kill me

I stay' around a lot of them bitches

Choppers, Extension, and 50's with switches

But if there wasn't no drugs

I'd be plannin' to blow the world up with a messile

This shit get wicked, icky

Bad bitch named Vicky

She'll suck you dry like a ticky

But you don't listen Told y'all ass before, man

This shit ain't gon' go your way

Every time I leave her she always want me to chase her away

But I ain't chasin' no more, goddamn

Bitch, I'm chasin' the cake

I got a run up and hit him, I'm gone

Goddamn, get away

Bitch, I can't even skate

But I'm gon' run today

These niggas, they play in your face all day

But they don't want to share no cake

These niggas, they greed, and envy

Deep down inside, they just don't wanna show it

These niggas, they know it

And tell him, go and quit all with that ho shit

Bitch, stop callin' my phone

With all of that nonsense

Then try to call me private

I told you to stop it

I told you to stop it

Bitch, stop callin' my phone

With all of that nonsense

Then try to call me private

I told you to stop it

Then try to call me private

I told you to stop it