THOUGHT SO! (ft. 3AMCADE)

Chorus (Me):

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

Glocky on me, turn his ass cold, get out my spot, hoe!

 

Walk in, makin' bitches fold, samples at a Costco!

 

Hoe, gotta put your ass on hold, you ain't got no-

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

Spin his ass 'round and 'round 'til he drops, hoe!

 

I walked in with the stick, fuck a bitch up, I topped hoes!

 

We gon' top his fuckin' melon, bitch, we thought so!

 

 

 

Verse 1 (3AMCADE, yes he's black):

 

Bitch, it's 3am, it's 3am, no, we can't make amends

 

I'm free again, this bitch wanna see me again

 

I told that bitch, "Fuck bein' friends" I need the M's

 

Nigga, I really need the M's, I need to free my friends

 

She needy like she Ariana, always keepin' M's

 

Why she keepin' secrets? Feel like Amber Freeman, man

 

Killed my own best friend right here at 3am

 

3AMCADE on this beat, nigga, you're dead meat, my friend

 

And I'm cryin' in the club, she left me on seen, on read

 

And I wonder who the fuck I'll be again

 

She fucked me up, bitch, I'm needin' M's

 

I done fuckin' got high off the weed again (the weed again, ooh)

 

And she fucked up, she hate the idea of me bein' friends

 

With her, with her, with her, with her

 

Why you bitter? We was pullin' triggers

 

Shootin' at gold-diggers, I hate hoes, I'm bitter

 

These bitches get disfigured, I leave his faggot ass disfigured

 

You don't want smoke? Ho, I figured

 

Got this dough, oh, I'm stacked up for the winter

 

Time to hibernate, ate all this cash, bitch, I fade away

 

She got me mad, who am I gon' shoot today?

 

She better call a cab 'fore she gets shot today

 

She been in my face, I might just catch a fuckin' case

 

All this cash I'm gonna make, all these fuckboys in my face

 

Said she wanna fuck, I said, "Okay"

 

Now we fuckin' in the basement of her mother's house

 

Her dad fuckin' hates me, that's some shit I do not care about

 

She said, "Baby, you drive me crazy" bitch, you can't go without

 

And them niggas, they so lazy, vision hazy, hands all on her blouse

 

I said I was workin', my money dance, yea, it be twerkin'

 

Fuck 'em up, yea, you deserve this, poppin' hoes, I bought you Birkin

 

You don't want smoke? I thought so, ho, you're my servant

 

We drop shit, then we pop shit, I got chips, but you're not him

 

I popped him then dropped him, we clocked him, cops caught him

 

God got him, walk in and then we went and fuckin' shot him

 

Red dot shit, headlocking, bitch, we deadlockin'

 

Dreadlockin' these hoes, dread on my mind, rasta shit

 

You really think you won this shit?

 

Now she mad 'bout all this shit

 

Make 'em tweak just by walking in

 

Moccasins, whatchu want? I got all of it

 

And she mad as fuck 'cause I'm all in this

 

Call up boy Allen, he bring the Glocks with him

 

We got the Glocks and shit, we done shot his bitch

 

Feel like Drako, got the Draco on me, we poppin' shit

 

Ooh, we droppin' shit, hey, nigga, you want this shit?

 

He scared of all this smoke, choppa make 'em choke

 

And bitches think this a joke, no, with the guns that we tote, oh-oh

 

 

 

Chorus (Me):

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

Glocky on me, turn his ass cold, get out my spot, hoe!

 

Walk in, makin' bitches fold, samples at a Costco!

 

Hoe, gotta put your ass on hold, you ain't got no-

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

Spin his ass 'round and 'round 'til he drops, hoe!

 

I walked in with the stick, fuck a bitch up, I topped hoes!

 

We gon' top his fuckin' melon, bitch, we thought so!

 

 

 

Verse 2 (Me):

 

Diamonds be fuckin' shiny as fuck, it radiant

 

These bitches in my face but they never ever facin' shit

 

I make this hoe hot like a fuckin' boilin' pot when I'm takin' shit

 

That's mine, not yours, lil' bitch, start facin' it

 

And she been in my DMs, can't look me in my face and shit

 

And I think I fucked up, I know that, stop remindin' me

 

And my diamonds, they shiny as shiny be

 

And these hoes they wanna fuckin' keep fightin' me

 

Lightning be strikin' me, these bitches be dyin' easily

 

And these hoes, the way you all be treatin' me

 

You can fuck off with that fake shit, baby, your mama give head decently

 

Said she loved me, yeah, she said it so needily

 

She as needy as needy be, killed that fake hoe easily

 

I know God watch over me, he do that shit frequently

 

Speedily got the Glock tote, show some decency

 

Low frequency, bitch hoe wanna live peacefully

 

Is that peace I see? My money fat, it's obesity

 

These bitches yellow, Verity, fuck him up, kill them all evenly

 

Bugs in my room, I'm a God, hoe, I'm a deity

 

She wanna have sex with me in Italy, ooh-ooh-ooh

 

She do that shit repeatedly, bought a Glock illegally

 

Shoot at hoes, conveniently, why she always doin' that secrecy?

 

Fucked up, no, we can't live all equally

 

I fucking lost my mama, so recently

 

That bitch think she gon' win, she not, let the people see

 

Seasonally, drizzle that shit unevenly, needlessly

 

Nosy fuck hoes, yeah-ah, she do what I say obediently

 

And I know that nowadays nobody gets treated decently

 

Fuck hoes up, hoe, I do it so gleefully

 

She want my soul, my soul to keep, secrets she keeps from me

 

And she wantin' my money, she want it greedily

 

03 Greedo shit, yeah, she starin' at me dreamily

 

She know she can't fuckin' be with me

 

Love the way she look at me sleepily

 

I blend in with these hoes so seamlessly

 

Tell me whatchu want, I can get it for you, teasingly

 

These hoes wantin' me dead I allow that shit leniently

 

Leniency, fuck off yeah-ah, screamin' obscenities

 

At me and my gang, bitch, you ain't do shit sneakily

 

And we gon' shoot your ass we do it breezily

 

This bitch so mad that we killed her ass lethally

 

And I be tauntin' hoes, I be tauntin' 'em evilly

 

I bought my bitch some clothes, 'long as she don't feast on me

 

She gon' have a feast wit' me, I brought the beasts with me

 

What do you see in me? Do you even believe in me?

 

Nobody be believin' me, I stare at the scenary

 

Got the VVS, bitch, you hoes ain't peepin' me

 

 

 

Chorus (3AMCADE, yes he's black):

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

This bitch gettin' old, shine like gold, walk in with a crossbow

 

Walk in with the fuckin' blicky, put his ass on hold

 

Hoe, gotta put your ass odwn, you've been brought low-

 

Bitch, you wantin' smoke or no? Hoe, I thought so!

 

Spin him like a fuckin' beast, put my dick in your jaws, hoe

 

I walked in with my new bitch, you all know

 

We gon' top his motherfuckin' melons, hoe, we thought so