Thriller

Who woulda thought that Kareem woulda died? I just wish he had that thing by his side I always keep that 45 on my waist You woulda thought that my jeans was that size Uh-huh All of this cash in these Robin jeans Yeah That be the reason I'm walking different Uh I just mixed Xan with the damn lean Yeah That be the reason I'm talking different Yeah, yeah B-b-bitches hop right on my dick when they see me Uh It's me and Trey at the loft in Ziti Whoa Don't give a fuck about niggas online Yeah A-a-all of you pussy-ass boys gotta see me Yeah, yeah Bustin' out sandals for Amber to Glamour Uh Shout out to Quis Yeah, I did this for Mimi Yeah Shout out to Peppy I did this for Samson I did this for Shawty I did this for Grandma Whoa Did this for Kay-Kay I did this for Wookеy Uh If it's a problem, I'm holdin' this Uzi I'm comin' with Uzi Yeah We sprayin' and shootin' Yеah It's time to make money No time for a juji Yeah Uh Time to buy houses and time to meet jewelers Whoa I told my aunt I'm so tired of the student Whoa When the fuck we gon' eat lobster and noodles? She sucked my dick, and I taught that bitch too What? I am the bull Bitches, they fall by the two Bitch Walkin' around with a noose I got the 'Rari, no roof Yeah I was in the trap as a young nigga Trap Dirty-ass bitch I ain't gon' kiss her What? Sippin' on lean, it's so bad for my liver I'm fucking your bitch, I'ma flip her F-f-fifty K, that's a Plain Jane Walkin' around in Balmain Kitchen, I'm whippin' a cane Whip Bitch, get head I ain't playin' games No Young nigga made it out the trap house Trap If you got the papes, I'ma cash out Ring I got a bad bitch with a good mouth Woo I'm smashin' and kickin' your ho out Yeah Every bitch in my city tryna fuck me Three months ago, I didn't care Said I was weird 'cause I wear Balmains and they way too tight I got dye in my hair Speaking of hair, bitches be giving me head Kinda remind me of lice I'm taking your order Give me two minutes It come with a good fortune and box of rice I grind like a bike Take out the pans on the side Take it off, use it as a silencer I bet this 45 will silence ya I like Ferrari My brother, yeah, he like them challengers Got so much money a month I swear to God, my lifestyle just like a calendar Damn that bitch, that's who I want Oh, she ain't sucking the dick? Then I'ma cancel her No, don't talk to me, bitch Don't tell me your problems Fuck I look like, a school counselor? I-I-I-I-I'm throwing money, bitch, but I'm no gambler G-g-gambler I am no gambler She is a fan of me, but I am no fan of her Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey