You Thought ft. Devoo & Matt Thraxx Lyrics

Alright

Trap shit, fuck you talkin' bout

You can't, nah I'm playin

Yeah, okay

That nigga goofy if he thought I had no backup

Slid on they block

Seven deep, we had to lap up

I just copped that Audi R8

So 12 can't catch up (scrrr)

Bitch, you know we smokin' big za

Don't try to match us

Bitch, you know we run these racks up

I been chasin' bills

I can't change the fit, feel like bad luck

Foreign bitch with a BBL

Told her back that ass up

If she throw that ass too good

Then I'ma give that cash up

I'm a regret that shit tomorrow

I be way too fuckin' drunk

I be ridin' past my ex

With my middle finger up

She like, you ain't see my text

Tell that bitch I wasn't up

Swear I was givin' you the best

She like, that shit ain't enough

I think she in love with my check

And I'm just blinded by her love

I had to let that lil' bitch go

And let my white hoe eat it up

And I might fuck that nigga

(Fuck that lame ass nigga)

If that nigga got a problem

I tell Matt, go pop the trunk

(Ok)Lil' Matt shit

Yeah, cause I don't play that shit

I'ma hop out the back

And I'ma spray that bitch

We toting him 762s

You know you got that baby shit

And you know I'm like Ray Allen in the clutch

Yeah, I never miss

Yeah, and we got them lo's in (lo's in)

Pull up to the function

With the bad hoes in (hoes in)

I got one to myself

The other one for my friend (for my friend)

She a model on the gram

And, I think her name is Gen (her name is Gen)

And I'll knock a pussy nigga out

If he act weird (act weird)

Bitches talkin' bout some bullshit

Went out the left ear (left ear)

Bitch, you see me rollin' up a wood

Yeah, you gotta steer

Getting money glass another ten

Getting sacks here

Put the coochie in the coffin

So, they get me max years

Bitch, you really think you in the movie

Cut the act here

It ain't a movie

But you know I got the flash on

I pass it to D Green

But we talkin' bout that thrax though

And I smoke that shit

I be gettin' over fried

With this fucked up hip

When I get fried

I be lookin' for the chips and dip

And outside, I be clippin' niggas

Like I'm fucking Tfue

Smackin on hibachi

Her boujee ass eating seafood

Dripped her down in Gucci

Now she want the pants that say Rhude

(Damn, Damn) And that ass is fat

I swear to God, when I hit it from the back, it clap

Bouncin, bouncin

Movin, movin

I don't know which one

I should be choosin

But she look good, and her hair red

And she walk around, with her own set of deads

She the beauty and the beast

She get down in the bed

Keke run it back

Know I left you on read

Keke run it back

Know I left you on read

Know I love you on read