What They Thinking? Lyrics

Eight walls with four niggas, I was sitting in that cell

Pops told me live conscious, but you bet not go to jail

Matter fact, I wonder what he thinking, I know he hot as hell

You could show a nigga love & still watch them run and tell

I see these niggas really rats they reminding me of ratatouille

Sitting in a dorm on lockdown, this shit stupid foolish

I know I got motion they cant hold me cause im destined to do this

Bag talk, I just made a twenty then I fucking blew it

Fuck weed, fuck the cup & fuck the perks, but we need it all

Longlive twin auntie, fuck them pills laced with fentanyl

Fuck the world, fuck the laws and fuck them cases

Cause I beat them all

Score gang, making plays in Charlotte like LaMelo Ball

Stick shift, hit the clutch I'm still smashing in this whip

She ripped the loaf out my Amiri's she ain't asking for a tip

(Aye) hit stick, it's time to blitz shit like linebackers

Got me coming down the pipe with big hits like Urlacker

All facts up in my rhymes I'm spitting shit with no cap on

Free Smac, he kept it solid, held us up like he a backbone

FN's with blue-tips, I'm super strapped in each and every zone

Screaming longlive granny she hit the spot making neckbones

The D.A trying to build cases, so hit my line from off the pay phone

Niggas rats we gotta clear the smoke and quickly get them gone

Bitches for da birds, a set you up, you better watch your hoe

I guess I really get them drugs shipped east from, uhh, so and so

Noodle knockers come from china town & get to ripping shit

Lil baby said she on her period but I can suck her tits

Little do she know I'm K4 and I ain't kicking it

These bitches know I love Canes, so run me bread & chicken strips

Eight walls with four niggas, I was sitting in that cell

Pops told me live conscious, but you bet not go to jail

Matter fact, I wonder what he thinking, I know he hot as hell

You could show a nigga love & still watch them run and tell

Stick shift, hit the clutch I'm still smashing in this whip

She ripped the loaf out my Amiri's she ain't asking for a tip

(Aye) hit stick, it's time to blitz shit like linebackers

Got me coming down the pipe with big hits like Urlacker