crazy thoughts
Hot cut the
Fan on (Beat through this, G5)
I said Hot cut the (Yo, Knock, this what Im talkin bout)
Fan on
Hot cut the fan on
I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met
I done moved on and I aint thinkin bout reversin
I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?
If you can fill my heart up with some love, Id fill your purse
You rockin with the opps and I aint even in a hearse yet
Test me to my heart, I aint gon lie, that shit there hurt me
Thinkin bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes
You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday
Ride thе foreign, but he spinnin in a Forte
Put my four-fivе in her Birkin, they dont search bae
She wanna have a lil baby like Im Mark James
No way, got wordplay like a board game
But no, I aint even got no words for nobody
If you aint ready for to die when we slide
Then you need to get the **** from around
Opps opp together
Birds of an opp opp together
You aint heard? One stone, two birds drop together
Either the Glock or the chop, I do not do Berettas
And if its pleas that he cop, I am not gon accept them
Why he hatin on me? I dont even really care
They be plottin on me, but I aint goin nowhere
I put everybody on E, but my gas tank filled
Sip lean on the road to riches, I woke up and we was there
Its kinda hard to trust these bitches, I cant help this how I feel
They dont even be wantin me for me, want me because Im him
I know they heard I got a bag, mustve heard I got a deal
I aint satisfied by where Im at, but Im glad I made it here
Sippin on Belaire, I feel it help me think
I pop the top when I face the mic and I vent bout everything
Hotboii, Im goin everywhere and aint nowhere that I cant
Cause we brought that light, even all through the night
I be runnin with the fire, know its me
I just wanna feel how it felt when we first met
I done moved on and I aint thinkin bout reversin
I ran out of love, wonder can you reimburse me?
If you can fill my heart up with some love, Id fill your purse
You rockin with the opps and I aint even in a hearse yet
Test me to my heart, I aint gon lie, that shit there hurt me
Thinkin bout my son, gotta put you in the dirt, yes
You know he only one, I gotta be there for his birthday
I be cuttin up in traffic like Im road rage
Double O baby, never know names
Double O, lil baby