THUMBING

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Rell) Are you in the Mafia? Am I in the what? Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime I'm in the waste management business, everybody immediately assumes you're mobbed up [Verse 1] For that money, she gon' fuck me like a hooker (Like a hooker) If she had a link in her bio, I'd book her Tonight, I'm payin' for some coochie (I'm payin' for it) I don't give a fuck, if she want, she get Gucci (Get that shit) You fuckin' with a player, pay for nails and the hair Don't complain like a square (Nope) Shе run around the mall grabbin' shit, I don't care Bitch, get what you can carry (What you can carry) You could havе some money, but we never gettin' married (Never) Naw She suck the band out my dick, she a freakizoid (Yeah) I'll steal a bitch soul like a Kia Boy (Damn) These Diors must be too dark, I don't see you boys (I can't see you) Pull a turnaround tonight and I'ma keep it goin' (I'ma keep it goin') One fentanyl brick, two fetties, three (Three) One fiend took two grams, he was dead on scene (He was gone) The way I show up fresh to death, they sayin' rest in peace (R.I.P) Better be a big stepper if you step to me [Chorus] The barrel on this AR like ten inches long You can try all you want, boy, you just a clone Only thing on my mind, I gotta make it home (I got to) Half a mil' in ice got a nigga froze (Ice, ice, ice) I've been in the crib thumbin', they've been writin' songs Tell me you gon' ride for me if I'm right or wrong (Tell me) My ho tell me I look crazy with two watches on (I look crazy) I can't catch feelings for a bitch, I think my heart chrome (Mwah) [Verse 2] I can tell you ain't eatin' 'cause you lookin' broke 12 flicked a nigga foreign, what he lookin' for? If you wanna make this money, gotta hit the road You tryna throw it on these hoes that gotta touch they toes (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Niggas dyin' over bitches in they neighborhood Brodie got on big B's, but he Neighborhood (He a Crip) I ain't lookin' for your bitch, she like the Ace of Clubs (She a bum) You should be the Taylor Gang 'cause we'll take you up Real got a barber license, he'll shape you up Hang with me for one day, I can pape' you up I ain't been with her ten minutes and she ate me up (She ate me) She gon' text me in two days sayin' I'm fake as fuck (I'm just tryna figure out why I'm on you like real bad) Three pints of Wockhardt, four Wockies, five (I got 'em) I'ma sit on all this shit and you can't buy a line The way these hoes treat me like God, you would think I'm lyin' (Mwah) I gotta make it to the crib, that's what's on my mind, nigga [Chorus] The barrel on this AR like ten inches long You can try all you want, boy, you just a clone Only thing on my mind, I gotta make it home (I got to) Half a mil' in ice got a nigga froze (Ice, ice, ice) I've been in the crib thumbin', they've been writin' songs Tell me you gon' ride for me if I'm right or wrong (Tell me) My ho tell me I look crazy with two watches on (I look crazy) I can't catch feelings for a bitch, I think my heart chrome (Mwah)