Think About Me (feat. YK Osiris) E

Bring 'em out All of that money you scream about All of this drip that you sing about Talking that shit you must dream about All of these bricks and all of these sticks And all of that shit you sing about Talking that shit, nigga leave it out We've had enough nigga, bring him out Bring him out Uh, said I love this shit Just the other day it trap more Nigga I was trappin' out a busted whip I be comin' with a busted drip, uh Say the drip so saucy See they comin' like a mustard dip Don't slip, don't trip Guaranteed you get, uh Caught four and a bit Put another nine on the four and a bit, now you're bringing back more than a bit Bush' and Sus' of the trap that's mad, now you're bringing back more than a hit Got more than your man 'Cause I do more than you think And we do more than bits Black roll more than a lick Anything I touch gets lit There's still stuff calling clips And if I bring 'em out bring 'em out, it's gonna cause some shit Shots all ringin' out, niggas dippin' out better hide your kids And you better hide your bitch 'Cause you know when we come through, got the gyal that they lined with Mandem tryna buy them drinks But they wanna vibe with us They don't wanna vibe with pricks All of my niggas take risks Eighth of the yay' is all diff' And why do you think these doors just hit More than a hunnid bands on me Why you think they on my dick Got the streets, no one tryna fuck wees Talkin' 'bout can he come with Now the shit cops wanna stop me Tryna say is it a stolen whip 'Cause I was flyin' over hunch in the backroad I was really with a stolen bitch No rest, no sleep No I ain't had more than a wink You was tryna make more with a dream But you would of made more in the long run Pussy boy would have made more if you think On me, would have made more if you fought Now you gotta hide from the torch Can't put the beef on pause Now they wanna be indoors All now man are stealing drawers Come get with me that's poor No, can't get with me no more Yeah the mandem upgraded And we can't let 'em near us no more No time for the hate shit, I get back to you when I'm off tour Bank balance lookin' outrageous They say I might have to get an offshore You know pots still bubblin' base I get cash, even when I'm offshore Man the K still covering bases Get plaques in and out of that wall And these kids still run up and bake shit And let clap nigga, round of applause Ever since man can't, mad shit been happenin' Took a groupie off tour, 'less you OT with captain You know what's mad? You know what's uh? You know what's the mad ting? Couple niggas tryna act like, niggas tryna act like they ain't never ban a fat ting I done map, I put the laps in She bend her back, I done her back You see the way them man are acting? If I back it out then it's a mad ting Make me back it out I do the mad ting Control your don before I crash him Guaranteed he'll get the ah Bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out Bring 'em out, bring 'em out