Thousands (Barbershop)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Go go Ay, hold up let me put my air force ones on Z06 corvette They say don't come to the shoot without a haircut Check I just wake up put shit on I don't even be tryin and I'm fresh Pull up to the barbershop I got a thousand, fuck who next I got a message for the streets and I got a message for the press So many thousands I got a thousand For every thousand you could flex I got two thousand for every thousand in your jeans, nigga get I got a thousand times ten that's ten thousand on your head I came out drippin' thousand dollars I spent a thousand on my kicks I didn't buy that philippe shirt they wanted a thousand for that shit Dropped 50 thousand on my car that week they shot it, boy I'm pissed The trap fire, I got ten thousand for anybody throw a hit They be like why ya hair dyed I spent 2 & change on this shit I be like my hair dyed but that ain't the only thing that did I remember I pull out with my Glock That's the only thing they see I'm talking 99 times 55 That how many times I slid Shoot him in his chest Split that nigga wig Hit him in his leg When he try to jump the fence First time I shoot semi I had to turn into a switch First he talking gangster choppa turn him to a bitch [Verse 2] Go, go Onto the next one The niggas dyin' like they lining up for [?] Bitch I walk like I talk like A motherfucking expert Run a nigga down Shoot him in his legs first I'm tryin' to slow him down Then stand over a head burst That boy hit so many times They close the casket Shot the dead first Shot that nigga so many times Everyday his brother taken ten percs Spray the funeral I hope he got a bad perc Clipped on him This boy Vietnamese Assassins too, to stop this mother fucker You need ten shirts, and ten vests When I spray I don't break no sweat Choppa spittin' Through the air Talkin' shit in every song Bitch I be flier than a damn jet A plane I should have grown up on Atlanta Express A train, we say the name amtrak Plus we need a funeral cuz Spina killed the damn track Cut a nigga water off Trap doing bad Fuck I'm living good and I'm up But it's still bad [?] trash bag, niggas And I'm still glad [?] [Outro] They say They say you ain't have no good songs [?] my niggas ain't good, we great You heard me we forever straight