Lyrics I Thought - Jourdan Brothern

I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought I was pussy?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought you was looking?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought I was goofy?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought- Nigga what is you doing?
You can't get mad at me, nigga stop inviting me
She want the Vetements, give her a vitamin
Girl you better get yo mans, 'cause he testing me
Promise, you don't wanna see the rest I got in me
Fucked yo bitch allegedly She riding many D
Spray this choppa on the opps, nigga this ain't Febreze
Line a nigga up, but he bald call him Mr. Clean
Same colored bean, leave his ass on seen

Moving from city to city to city
I'm fucking that bitch, she showing her titty
Catfish that hoe, told her my name Ricky
I play with that kitty until it sticky
I'm tryna see Cardi and Nicki get freaky
I never seen 2 of them bouncing on dicky
I keep me a blicky, he a rat like Mickey
That bitch too picky, this choppa too biggy
Nigga be dissing me, he in the closet
He gay, go straight up and lock it
This beef like albums, we drop it
I'm so fly, I'm like a rocket
Love Batman, young nigga robbin
Got 50k in my pocket
Why your opps the thing you blocking?
There's no one that can really stop ya
Shh, drop me a Glock and a whole lotta bands right out of my bag
I'm shooting a nigga if he touching my money, now his momma mad
Put that nigga straight on a newspaper, now his face up on a bag
Got me some brand new jeans that's XXL, you bitches gone know I sag
Like RiRi, work, work, work
I make that bitch twerk, twerk, twerk
Go out popping percs, percs, percs
Nigga it ain't worth, worth, worth
Little nigga it's my turn, turn, turn
Watch this nigga burn, burn, burn
This nigga gone learn, learn, learn
Don't touch my kern, kern, kern

I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought I was pussy?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought you was looking?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought I was goofy?
I thought
I thought
I thought
I thought- Nigga what is you doing?
You can't get mad at me, nigga stop inviting me
She want the Vetements, give her a vitamin
Girl you better get yo mans, 'cause he testing me
Promise, you don't wanna see the rest I got in me
Fucked yo bitch allegedly She riding many D
Spray this choppa on the opps, nigga this ain't Febreze
Line a nigga up, but he bald call him Mr. Clean
Same colored bean, leave his ass on seen