Million Dollar Thoughts

Ahem

Yeah

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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 the dot and made six thou'

Headshot what? You don't do shit but hit clouds

What, you mad at the sky or something?

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 waitin' on a bus

Unky got expensive habits, 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

7.62s 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