Thoughts To Myself Lyrics

Might take your bitch straight to the bricks

Before she leave, she throw that 50 up

Ayy, ride around with my lil' grave, digga

He tryna put shit up

I told him, chill, he grab his mask

I know that he don't give no fuck

Catch that boy, he by himself

He outta bounds, he outta luck

Yeah, all my opps, they broke as hell

For real, they need to run it up

Yeah, gang, for real, they need to run it up

All my opps, they broke as hell

For real, they need to run it up

Presidential shit, we smoke a nigga like Obama Runtz

Gang, 50 boys, we have motion

Nigga, you can't fuck with us

Ayy, nigga, try to up on fire on me

He turn to ash dust

Ayy, nigga, say he up

But can't even show a fuckin' band

Ayy, that's a fuckin' shame

Ain't no lil' heart, don't fuck with no damn lame

I might just take off like a rocket

How I walk around with that flame

Shoot my shot just like I'm damned

Boy, you think this shit a game

Man, every time some shit go down

They say lil' heart, the one to blame

They shot that blitz so goddamn far

He ain't see my face, but he know my name

Ayy, east side, bitch, that's my gang

I made a vow that I won't change

Them 50 boys up in this bitch

We come through takin' all y'all plays

Got one foot in and one foot out

The trap get hot, we post that jay's

Man free my gang up out that cell

Some niggas locked down, they countin' they days

Free Dios