Thumbin' Lyrics

Well I was loving on a blunt

Listening to Wayne

When this mofucking bitch told me turn off what I'm playing

Then we all was staring at him thinking this muhfucker lame

He looked at me said "bro change that shit or else I'm boutta skate"

And I said hold it up, What the fuck

Get this youngster out the function

Going nuts, blowing guns

Off a bitch who think he something

Pouring up, For my blood

Plus the ones that died too young

And so we stuck, rolling bud

I got green thumbs I'll keep thumbin green

Weed, money, kinfolk that Is all I need

Plus a one-way-flight to wherever the fuck I'll run the scene

Fuck a pilot, I'mma be the first, gimme back my keys

Or I'm boutta flip my world, then start flipping pounds & keys

Fuck the woop woop fuck 'em, I ain't worried for no sirening

Get some gats, and then I'd manage shit, I'd just do firing

Hit a couple plugs, ask a hustler if he hiring

Tell 'em Imma make 'em triple networth of the IRS

If I don't get in, tell who's at the door to fuck 'emselves

I put that work in, I deserve to make it by myself

Almost got 10,000 hours punched with hardly any help

Drip while I do the shit, I'm swimming word to Michael Phelps

I want a mil for every medal that that muhfucker got

Plus a ring for my mama, and a boat for my pops

Yes I mean, 28 baguettes and 28 different yachts

Til I get little red convertibles, I swear I won't stop

There's something in me

I guess I was just born to prevail

I'm up to date on my upgrades I'm forced out of failure

Contemplate if you with me now cause I just won't take you

To the top where I'm going

But If not then

I say hold it up, What the fuck

Get this youngster out the function

Going nuts, blowing guns

Off a bitch who think he something

Pouring up, For my blood

Plus the ones that died too young

And so we stuck, rolling bud

I got green thumbs I'll keep thumbin green

Weed, money, kinfolk that Is all I need

Plus a one-way-flight to wherever the fuck I'll run the scene

Fuck a pilot, I'mma be the first, gimme back my keys

Or I'm boutta flip my world, then start flipping pounds & keys

This some superhuman shit

Catch me with that V in hand I'm done with all that stupidness

I'll shine like Stanley Kubrick did

Orange, in the clockwork, baby that's my pseudonym

Level up the talent 1% a day not complicated

I got where I'm at right now from in my mama's basement

Hate it, love it y'all don't want that conversation

Ain't lame shit arranging for my own lane switch

Will they love me? Or will they love me not

I won't know til I get money, and an end of rainbow pot

I might call up Mr. Nasty, I could show em what I got

Only person yet to pay me from this scene up on the rock

Well I was loving on a blunt

Listening to Wayne

When this mofucking bitch told me turn off what I'm playing

Then we all was staring at him thinking this muhfucker lame

He looked at me said "bro change that shit or else I'm boutta skate"

And I said hold it up, What the fuck

Get this youngster out the function

Going nuts, blowing guns

Off a bitch who think he something

Pouring up, For my blood

Plus the ones that died too young

And so we stuck, rolling bud

I got green thumbs I'll keep thumbin green