THOUSAND WAYS

[Intro: Warhol.SS]

Uh, ayy

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]

I got a thousand for all these niggas who hatin', nah, for real

I done woke up way too geeked from the night before, finna boot up still

Lil red thick shit, straight out of Vogue

Ain't hard to tell, she ain't miss no meals, yeah

We got a thousand ways to play it (Mack & Preme), and I don't know none but build (Seeumayin)

[Post-Chorus: Warhol.SS]

Laced my cleats, came out

We in the field, for real, for real

Been gettin' paper before that deal, the Maybach truck keep the codeine chill

Been had all this shit and I been did that and I'm doin' it still

I'm at the table with nothin' but thrill, uh

[Verse 1: Boofinese]

Niggas say he gon' run the fade with 50 em, wе sendin' blitzes

Up more dog shit this summеr, I get more bread than Popeye's biscuits

If it's just you and the head, that's on the play, then we can split it

Niggas never mind they business, end up swimmin' with the fishes

Soon as I walk in the bank, I'm the first in the line, I be thinkin' bout digits

Did them tears and tunes, I touched me a hundred, nah, I did a million

They poppin' they shit online, I see him in person, they turnin' civilian

I told you, I really be chillin, lil' bro and them tryna catch him a fitted

[Verse 2: Warhol.SS]

I put tax on all this shit, I got tabs on all these bitches

Been that same nigga since the diapers, but here now in a bigger position

I ain't doin' no back and forth, bitch, you get the fuck if you don't wanna listen

I got double cups, a lil' diamond, I got a backpack over a nickel

Uh, damn, we play ball, nigga

I wake up and think God daily, that I ain't y'all niggas

Might dump a hundred off third person and call it soft pitchin'

The game easy, they be payin' for how I talk different, uh

[Verse 3: Boofinese & Warhol.SS]

The game easy, I was taught to never point your finger

Niggas know we made man, ain't got my paper, Victor

Bangin' red or white and blue like Cade on the Pistons

Underdogs, we beat the odds, they hatin' that we winnin'

This bitch the type to drop off draws for lames if they spendin'

We made the same shit that they made in months, we made in minutes

Lil' bro don't really show his face, 'cause he got cases pendin'

He tell me if they try his hand (Huh), he takin' faces with 'em (Ayy)

[Chorus: Warhol.SS]

I got a thousand for all these niggas who hatin', nah, for real

I done woke up way too geeked from the night before, finna boot up still

Lil red thick shit, straight out of Vogue, ain't hard to tell, she ain't miss no meals, yeah

We got a thousand ways to play it, and I don't know none but build

[Outro]

(Seeumayin)