THINK ABOUT YOU ft. Chopo Da Gritta Lyrics

I can't tell you that I love you if I don't really mean it

But you still got my heart if you need it

Palm angels on my hoodie like I'm talking to Jesus

I miss my brother up in heaven like I'm talking to Cletus

Wish I could call my brother on the phone, just one more call cause I need it

Been going through it everyday, I'm constantly fighting these demons

Smoking exotic to the face, I swear I feel like I'm dreaming

And you know that I'm bound to slide, just gotta give me a reason

And when I think about you

I find myself lost, I don't know what to do

Let's run up this money, bae

I'm trying to thumb through these hundreds, bae

I'm hoping we up on the same page

And when I think about you

I always think about how you acting rude

But ain't no pressure bout no bitch, I know these hoes pick and choose

Tell me if I never had you, how could I ever lose you

Still give you everything I had if you were around and I got it

And I ain't tripping if I hadda grab the lint out my pocket

Said it was love, I wish you told me that before I had lost it

I showed you love but let em ask, and you gon tell em I'm heartless

Know niggas sitting in a cell because a couple of bodies

Lil Kaddy creep up right behind you, blow yo back with that shotty

Don't try to start no fucking beef, I swear this shit can get slimy

Feel like dej loaf up in this bitch, I dare a nigga to try me

Walk in and function, dapper Dan got all the bad bitches eyeing

This lil bitch told me that she love me, but I know that she lying

My niggas bound to come and see we step on shit like a giant

This nigga dumb he squaring up, I up my blick ain't fighting

I'm probably thinking about my brothers anytime I get silent

I never ask you for no help,

Bitch I can make my own profit

I can't get caught up in my feelings, told myself I would stop it

I would do anything to see them all smiling

Come from the bottom of the trenches where them niggas get violent

Long live my brudda, I swear I miss you, if I could, I would call you

That shit ain't hit me till I text you and you didn't respond

But just know when I get rich, I'm gon' take care of your mama

Ayy, and when I think about you

I find myself lost, don't know what to do

Let's run up this money, bae

I'm trying to thumb through these hundreds, bae

I'm hoping we up on the same page