Lyrics Thought This Is - TRnTH feat. S. Beezy

Tell me where they at though huh

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch
Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh

Getting the bag for the cutlus
Talking your trash and I dub it
I'm with your girl why you cuffing
I'm getting lit at the function
While you be making assumptions
I got the bag because fuck it
Flossy ain't with the fuck shit
Bossy your bitch she love it
Cocky I'm getting too comfortable
Really about it now I'm lit
Life is too wonderful I'm feeling rowdy
The real party know it's gonna be it
Step back flow it gotta kick back
Ripping up the beat no six pack
Gotta fit a big bag
In the back of the cab no I ain't fucking with the dummy chit chat
I don't got time for that shit
Bad girl that's lemon lime on her lips
Mad curls maybe I got time for a sec
Kill a rhyme for a check getting by for a ten
Wait stop for a sec
I'm on the top go off on a breathe
All for the love and I'm far from the best
But a king's heart never gon' stop till I'm dead
Like a prophecy read in my notebook
I don't wanna break hold a minute on my hook
Hit them with the dank
Take a hit now the hoes look
Funny how it change when you draped in a cold look
Sauce em in the paint with the bro on a no look
Throw it off the off the bank like I'm Bron I'm sick
Banking in a bill about to palm your chick
Raking in bread better stop your shit
Save it I'm patient and balling bitch

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch
Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh

Pass me the mic and you know that I get it
Give me the pack and you know that I flip it
Big money faces you know what I'm getting
These nigga's softer that pillows and blankets
Back hurt from the weight of the world on my shoulders
But I'm never folding I only get better
Top of the world like the fourth of July
When my shooter's start popping barrettes
Been ten down toes down
Aye
Bitch gimme the crown
Yuh
Cup spilling on the ground
Yeah
All you niggas like some clowns
Big shoes wear em out
Aye
Putting my town on the map like I'm dropping a pin aye
Ain't goin back cuz you know where I been
I'm in a coup me and TRnTH in a benz
Don't know no L's cuz we came here to win
Yea yea
This is the truth yea we came here to win uh
Playing for rings like the championship aye yuh
Been about it since I was a kid uh
Ran out of fucks I don't got one to give nah aye
We eating good bitch you know how we live yeah look
Call up Trahma gon' split up your wig

Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch
Bet I'm about to ball what you thought this is
Ripping on a bong get to coughing big
I don't wanna stall on some conscious shit
Cuz I'm shitting in the stall and I'm out that bitch uh