QUICK THOUGHT Lyrics

Me hating on a nigga

Nah

Y'all hating on a nigga

It'd be weird if y'all didn't

Hah

This shit be for real, hell na its for fake

I give a fuck what they think , cause I'm raising the bar

Everybody said they want smoke, and I must be that Za

That shit you get straight off the jaw

I say, fuck em, let me finish my thought

When you see me, don't ask about that bitch

I ain't got much space for my thot

I done broke the pot, I'm planted like the rest of my niggas

Just put me right back in the field

So, I can feel the wind, I can't wait to feel something real

This just how I feel

This shit get too real

Been said fuck being proper

Play with that cake then rob betty crocker

Jack move, crack an egg, then I mixe

This shit hotter than 350

I'll leave you backing up in this bitch

He don't know the degree that I'm willing to take

All this shit that I gotta make

Get real economic with the bread

Nigga, I can't waste

I can't pace

keep going

They tell me I'm the truth, but I'm already knowing

I'm still flowing, ya

Liquor talk, still pouring, ya

God mind, I'm showing, ya

Mator shit, still towing, ya

This shit can't get off my back

I'm really unmatched

Like a unsealed

Pack of a backwood

Niggas ain't that, they act hood

You can say you is, but you ain't

But, fuck it, I'm back to the bank

Ayy, running numbers like the lottery

This bitch got me feeling famous

Got her friends calling when ever they spottingme she got an eye on me , trying to plot on me

That shit ain't gon' stop me, though

This just a quick thought from way below

I gotta let you go

I'm done, hoes

Just lock me with cash, cash, cash, cash, cash

You be a little nutty

I should've never trusted

But you live, and you learn

I got more cash to earn

I'm just slow burning this shit

tell 4 nem bring the earn, ya

Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya

Smxllz, smxllz