That Thought - Bass Santana

16 drop

Shift game huh

Sipping wok

Hold that thought

She gon flexxx, she gon flawge

Before she fuck

Hold that thought

Pour my drink, hold my phone

Tell my hoes ain’t noone home

Smoke this dank, hold my phone

Tell my hoes ain’t noone home

Bhris in the Trap, looking like bhris in the trap

Lil jit jugg for the racks

Smoking on pack, yawl niggas smoking that bap

Need to come and holla at the man

Hoes buss down, told me she ain’t fucking with the klan

Bitch still fucking with the klan

Sharing these shones, might as well share these shones

Thats already how they getting down

Mix a lil med with the fanta my nigga lord

Chop his body up i prefer my murder with gore

When im drugged up i don’t think about it no more

I was going numb i don’t feel it when you ignore

I don’t know what love is I never had it before

Imma die alone but hey fuck it I’m better off

I don’t need an image to show you that I’m a boss

My niggas no limit we scam it and sell the raw

I could never be afraid of a nigga cuz he claim he a G

LIL BITCH

He could bleed like me

Imma stay quiet, lay low, get rich for the beef

Then drop the cash to leave his brains on the street

I done had mad hoes lie to me i ain’t dead yet

Sent a couple long messages that i ain’t read yet

Seen the voodoo priest last week now I’m full blessed

Fake motherfuckers get a slow death

16 drop

Shift game huh

Sipping wok

Hold that thought

She gon flexxx, she gon flawge

Before she fuck

Hold that thought

Pour my drink, hold my phone

Tell my hoes ain’t noone home

Smoke this dank, hold my phone

Tell my hoes ain’t noone home