This make me feel like sum
The real light, sun
My appeal right, huh
Slither downtown one time for the kid


You the main course and I didn’t eat
Simmer on down when you ring my line
Act mannish when you need me
Mainy gather your thoughts


I don’t gather mine bitch, I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
They used to tell tales bout our missions


Oxtails in the kitchen
When you whipping up me somethin, huh
I been on the FaceTime, overtime
iPhone locked, gimme head recognition, huh


Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me
Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine


Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want
You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before


Confident nigga but I’m still humble
Quit texting in my phone with them green bubbles
Pit stops at the Harold’s when my stomach rumble
Bitch slap a Karen if she talking we can all scuffle




And this ain’t a Tesla boy it’s all muscle
Haters say I’m flexing but it’s all hustle
Spanish mami starting heating menudo
Gave me head and her Hulu




Chuck the duece and told me we a couple
But you know that ya boy don’t like hand cuff
Big spender flake on bitches like dandruff
Clear intents like exposed campers




I son niggas Fred Sanford
Yeah chain hang diamonds yellow like a urine stain
Aye got em pissed off day after day
Driving fast like this car never came with brakes




Do yourself a favor babe
Drop the lame and get with game
Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me


Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want


You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before
Heard mad shit over catfish
Bout the stash in the mattress


Front wit the store full of fabrics
Feds can’t know how I’m established
Interstate traffic funding my habits
Keep a weapon close


Niggas hit the doors they be jacking
I had mad shit, home and a bad bitch
Hit the Sco for the package
Italian guy with the ice cream


Icee no flavor though
Hands full of rings keep it player though
What you sayin’ no Liberace
Chest naked sweating through Versace


Gaudy like don’t give a fuck what it cost me
If I got it you can have it
Every since I put my niggas on gotta habit
We like to stack cheese


Go crazy on 580 whippin’ like granny in the kitchen
Oxtails in the skillet on a fuckin’ mission
Y’all dissin we ain’t trippin this the god edition
Tried to told you but you didn’t listen


Now you kneeled before the ring
And tried to fuckin kiss it
Y’all the shit I must’ve missed it
You wasn’t down when we was splitting


8ths and backwoods I’m all good
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Gather your thoughts
I don’t rather mine, bitch I’m me


Gather your thoughts
I don’t gather mine
Girl, what type of time you on?
Talk me into any petty crime you want


You got my thoughts involved
I been in your city plenty times before