ALL I’M THINKING

Lyrics

Fuck you, baby, fuck you, baby Fuck you— fuck you— fuck you, baby [Chorus: EST Gee] Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member Loaded, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them [Verse 1: EST Gee] Just in case you thought that I forgot, I remember It took way too long to hit me back to consider I still bang the same shit from way back, I ain't flippin' Big as you could think or picture that, but just bigger I'm who hit the road and made it back with that chicken Why do all that gangsta shit then rap? I don't get it Gave y'all the blueprint then fade to black like I'm Jigga Losses that I took, don't change the fact, I'm a winner [Chorus: EST Gee] Sat back in the trеnches with my strap, I'ma member Loadеd, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them [Verse 2: Mozzy] Kicked the cup when Tec' was at his peak and now I'm back to sippin' Back on that appeal, they cracked the gates, nigga, back to trippin' Wired sent to Hutch and Benny Baller, lil' half a ticket We the ones around this motherfucker, go and ask them bitches Brackin' with it, we ain't wrestlin' with you, we gon' smack a nigga Had it on you, you ain't Chip Ahoy 'em, you's a rapper, nigga Where he land? Any yard he touch, I make it bad for niggas Bad intention, Brash Dummy Records, we gon' crash a nigga Rollie came from lil' bruh, he blessed me when he grabbed a nigga Cuban from the prostitute, paid 50K in cash, lil' nigga Titties done, ass is bigger, G.O.D., my bag is bigger We ain't worried 'bout nothin', niggas holla, them boys action figures [Chorus: EST Gee] Sat back in the trenches with my strap, I'ma member Loaded, I ain't even freak my black before I hit it All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my nigga All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back for them killings All I'm thinkin' runnin' up a sack till I'm limping All I'm thinkin' dishin' out this pack to my niggas All I'm thinkin' I gotta get back, get back for them [Outro] Fuck you, baby, fuck you, baby Fuck you— fuck you— fuck you, baby