Thinkin’

Lyrics

[Intro] I'm smokin' dope, shit got me thinkin', what? Welcome 2 Ballout World, man, know what I'm talm 'bout Glo World, Glo Gang shit, Glo Gang Nation, man O'Block, 300 shit, man [Chorus] I'm smokin' dope (Dope), this shit got me thinkin' (Ball, it got you thinkin'?) I'm leanin' off the Act', so I'm leanin' (Leanin') The feds watchin' me, so I'm thinkin' (Whatchu think about?) In traffic ridin' Beamers, so we beamin' (Skrt skrt skrt) Your bitch blowin' my phone, she tweakin' (Thot, thot) I'm thinkin' like "Why the hell I freak, man?" (Why I freak, man?) I was too high off the earth, I was tree, man (I was tree, man) I smoke two pounds of weed, one on the week and on the weekend (One on the week and one on the weekend) [Verse] I be so damn high, I be so tree, man I be so damn Glo'd, I be so geeked, man I pour a 4 of purp in a one litre, man I'm so Die Y for Fatz on Odee, man Glo Gang we them niggas, come through shootin' no ski mask If we wasn't them niggas we wouldn't be where we at Glo Gang flexin' on everybody, that's facts If we see a opp nigga, I bet that gun go "Grah" Bitch, I'm 300, O'Block, Glo Gang I run I'm a gang member, bitch, RIP Patoon At my mansion sittin' on the roof, lookin' out for the feds Now I'm sittin' in a big ass Benz in outside my crib Smokin' dope inside my crib ain't think 'bout my crib They run in my crib, they gon' get some shots out my crib Got a 223, a FN and a MAC up in here Aimed at a FBI, CPD or informer, fuck them [Chorus] I'm smokin' dope (Dope), this shit got me thinkin' (Ball, it got you thinkin'?) I'm leanin' off the Act', so I'm leanin' (Leanin') The feds watchin' me, so I'm thinkin' (Whatchu think about?) In traffic ridin' Beamers, so we beamin' (Skrt skrt skrt) Your bitch blowin' my phone, she tweakin' (Thot, thot) I'm thinkin' like "Why the hell I freak, man?" (Why I freak, man?) I was too high off the earth, I was tree, man (I was tree, man) I smoke two pounds of weed, one on the week and on the weekend (One on the week and one on the weekend)