You Thought (feat. Devoo & Matt Thraxx)

Alright Trap shit, f*ck 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 f*ck that nigga (F*ck 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