Paint Thinner

Big body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I’m paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with ya
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker
Ayy, switch up the style, switch up the style
I got it running for miles, ayy
I got the sauce, I got the style
I’ve been tripping for a while, ayy
I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda
A bitch gon' be giving medulla, ayy
I had that fish in the cooler, ayy
Cash out then they in collusion, ayy
Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee, ayy
Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee (Woo!)
Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s thirsty, ayy
And skrrt in her mouth, it’s polluted (Woo!)
Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless (Woo!)
Whippin' the coupe with the ruler, ayy
Whippin' the coupe with no roof, ayy
I had the vision to do it
Big body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smellin' like I’m paint thinner
12 tryna build a case wit' ya
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the dope thicker
Ayy, I got a bitch, she a nudist (She with it)
I got me fixing my jewelry
I need a brick and a pension (That brick in it)
I hit that bitch in my Guccis (Fuck it up)
Fuckin' a fuck about friendship (Fuck it up)
I got that fish that we casting, ayy
I’m the same nigga from the Chi, ugh (Yeah)
Same nigga from the Chi
Know a lotta lame niggas switch sides, ugh
Different colors on the ride
Like a nigga paint a picture with a pot (Woo!)
Whole thing on the way (Yeah)
Quarterthing on the block (Woo!)
Ugh, I’ma pop a molly, keep me activated
Smoking California, keep me medicated
Find a plug on the activator
Ran it to him, never hesitated
Pop a 30 milligram percolator
Pussy good, might see you later
Rolling kush good, might see you later
All these niggas is impersonators
I’ma be a stuntman forever
Big body Caddy, lane-switching
Sipping oil, smelling like I’m paint thinner
12 tryna build a case with ya
Niggas telling, they ain’t gotta chase niggas
Things change ‘round shiny things
Make it hard to even face niggas
Pray the Lord put a blessin' on me
Pray my son not a fake nigga
Pray his daddy not a dope dealer
Read the signs, know the ropes, nigga
Front the jays if you running plays
I ain’t never scared of no nigga
I ain’t goin' back to broke, nigga
Really could’ve been a door-kicker
Pray whatever, if it stay together
We could whip it up and make the—