Ain't Thinking Bout Her

Skrrt, skrrt

I ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, hey, hey

I ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left them shit at home

I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and albums out this back, and it's always on

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face, like I'm Karl Malone

Call-call my lawyer, bet he beat my case, bitch, I'm coming coming

Louis bag, fill it up with hundreds, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne, love the fragrance when I spray it on

What the fuck is wrong with this lil bitch?

She won't leave me alone

Keep texting my phone, she like baby, why you do me wrong?

She's a doggy bitch, I'm not the owner, but gave her  bone

She just want me 'cause she heard my name ring like a telephone

Bitch, I'm in your house, in your house like I was Jerome

If you run your mouth we turn your crib 'to a haunted home

I don't got no spouse, I just met her, fucked her on the couch

I be cashing out, and these Louis shoes not coming out

I like your dress, but take it off, thick, rich white hoes in my house

Got a jar of molly from my homie, and I passed 'em out

I-I-I-I can't think about these hoes like my mind broke

That ho tried to take me out for dinner, I didn't even go

I always eat on the go, point me to the door

We found out you holdin' paraphernalia, we gon' kick your door

Your bitch, she was on my dick, sure, I put it on her lip

N-n-nine eleven was the standard clip, too big for my hip

I ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home

I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and albums out this back, and it's always on

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face, like I'm Karl Malone

Call-call my lawyer, bet he beat my case, bitch, I'm coming coming

Louis bag, fill it up with hundreds, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne, love the fragrance when I spray it on

I remember I was selling soap, I didn't have no coat

I remember I was in the cold, I didn't have no coat

I hit it with the soda, watch it float like a sailboat

It always leaves a odor in my house, you can smell dope

My old-school's classical, it's classic like a shell-toe

You ain't gotta sell your gun, bro, I can tell, though

We show you what we about, we teach you 'bout running your mouth

Chrome lips, they poking out, they kiss bitches right in the mouth

Every time these hoes run through my house they always get lost

These rapper fake in the game, I already figured them out

Hit them all and they start cashing out, fuck it, what about

If he ain't talking about no guap, I'm not hearing him out

V12 vs. your V8 and this motherfucker so fast

I can't keep the wheels straight

I fuck bitches everyday, I went to sleep last night with a bitch

Woke up to a new face

I ain't thinkin' 'bout no bitch, I left that bitch alone

We got glizzies in this bitch, you left your shit at home

I got dope fiends in my trap, I got dope fiends on the phone

Selling dubs and albums out this back, and it's always on

Utah Jazz, shoot all in your face, like I'm Karl Malone

Call my lawyer, bet he beat my case, bitch, I'm coming home

Louis bag, fill it up with hundreds, drop it on your dome

Expensive cologne, love the fragrance when I spray it on