Million Dollar Thoughts

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Shitting on 'em like a big yeah, okay, huh

Shitting on 'em like a big baby

Call me Glenn Davis huh, ShittyBoyz

Shitting on 'em like a big baby

Call me Glenn Davis

'Wood after 'Wood in rotation

Got my head banging

I'ma toss what I made today

I don't spend savings

I'ma keep it one hundred

Pocket full of Ben Franklins

Certified shit talker

Walk around and drip water

Better push the gas on the block

Bro 'nem whip sparkers mind on a milli'

Labels better have a big offer

Bro deep in that water

Would've thought a fish taught him

You would've been drowned

Bitch ain't know my songs back then

But she hip now

Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou'

Headshot what? You don't do

Shit but hit clouds

What, you mad at the sky or somеthing?

You ain't gotta post the addy

Promise we gon' find the function

Buffs with the frozest ice chunks

Got my sinus running

Running up a check in SBs

Catch me Nike stunting

I'll probably catch you on the

Corner waiting on a bus

Unky got expensive habit's

Fourteen hundred on a cup but he fucked up

He spend his free pape' on a slut

Beating up the road currently

Right now I'm on a run

Shooting down south in a rental

The Waffle House for breakfast

No cap, with Visas

I'll take the hottest route and press it

Pull out that big Draky

Bet he drop that lil' weapon

With the real life mob

They nonstop with all the stepping

Yeah, okay, back to back in race cars

It's looking like the Piston Cup

762s like Kawhi Leonard, they'll rip him up

I'ma wipe somebody shit clean

Don't let me get a punch

Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup

Swerving 'round tryna scale something

Made the DIGI jump bape jacket hit for six

Tell your bitch to zip me up

If it ain't about no USD

Don't even hit me up

Times changed, tables turned

I got 'em sick that Jimmy up

How the fuck you grown as

Hell with lil' kid money?

Can't relate, I'm young as hell

Ten on the fit, dummy

Can't relate to other rappers

You won't take this kit from me

Don't get stomped out in some spikes

You see the kicks bloody tryna wrestle

Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins

You ain't got it in the booth

So move on to the next option

Got a killer hanging out the

Sunroof tryna headshot 'em

Pull up on your bitch like Young Money

Left her bed rocking

Where the fuck the competition at?

Heard dog song

He should've called that shit

The biggest cap slam dunked on your bitch

Made sure her rim detached

Green, orange, and blue Demons

Looking like Aristocats

Green, pink, and blue money

Which roll you wanna see?

BabyTron, I'm who your lil'

Fucking brother wanna be

If she ain't throwing neck

Guarantee I'ma wanna leave

But I got a bad bitch now

I don't wanna cheat

I'll have my bitch score for

Me like she Lisa Leslie

Made me twenty, so I sent her OT

I think she ready

Let her take a pic in the chain

Now she think she heavy out in Cali'

Know some Salvadorians'll bring machetes

Huh, yeah, bitch

Real life, yeah, this real life

Huh, it's real life ayy, ShittyBoyz