SHE THOUGHT! Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Bitch thought I was gone, bitch thought I was gone Pay to hit that she out of her mind He tried to run
556s caught up quick, and hit his spine
He tried to run
Then quickly realized he wasn't gon' make
it far
No beef with bums, how you gon' slide on us
And yeen even got no motion
Swerving off potion
When fuck niggas come around, I don't say shit
I keep it kosher
Oh, that's your shooter?
That nigga really a bitch, my brother poked him
That boy ain't livin' like he said he is, somebody need to expose him
They be like, Jaydoe, you finna blow
You just need a little exposure
I made a movie with your bitch, we only watch when she come over
These niggas gay dick, hoppin' clicks, and I'm really finna expose them
I'm with the G-U-A-P, we dont lock thumbs, then I don't know him
These niggas could never be gang, they better off tryna go clone them
Boy, I could never be a lame
That shit in your blood, nigga, you was born one
These niggas always need change
Ain't one of mine
Then you can't hold none
That nigga play, the sawed off , turn a nigga's stomach to a donut
They say that nigga caught a body, I'm like, so what
Huh
He diss on gang, in any way, then it'll go up in this bitch
She wanna pop, I'd rather pour up
But I told baby Shit can do her shit, no, I won't judge up in this bitch
lets get litty
Same niggas had a buzz, cold now, we the hottest in the city
Swervin' high as fuck, I put it in God's hands, like, just be with me
Oops, I did it again, this another hit, I feel like Britney
Beam on his mans, it's a two for one, I gotta get him
Bitch, like you came from France, French kiss my dick if you missed it
Right after I fucked a bitch, I told the hoe, I kinda need my distance
No I can't fuck with niggas, every time shit hit the fan, they end up snitchin
So I don't put them in my business or a Rico-ass nigga end up Mitchin
This shit be crazy
Jaydoe in a whole different bag
This is one for the ages, Total Drama Island theme song
Bitch, I don't wanna be famous, Where that bag at?
Where that cash at? Like, don't skip past that
These niggas always cappin', pull up, turn they block to Baghdad
All these rappers my sons, and I don't take care of none, guess I'm a bad dad
Boy we smoke real za
hop in this hot box, gon' need a gas mask
Class clown, I used to be a joke, now, bitch, who got the last laugh?
Ha
bitch thought I was gone
Ha
Bitch thought I was gone pay to hit that
She out of her mind
he tried to run
556s caught up quick, and hit his spine
He tried to run
Then quickly realized it wasn't gon' make it, far
No beef with bums, how you gon' slide on us
And yeen ain't got no motion
Slurring off potion
Ion give a fuck What these niggas talkin' bout
You know what I'm sayin'
I'm in a whole different bag right now, like
Look
I just can't be fucked with
You know what I'm sayin', like
The fuckin' Guap bitch
Grah-Buh