TMC Bats - Thoughts Lyrics

You think I don't got shit left but you, I know that you ain't shit, bitch I know you
Know it too
Neck up when I spark, I don't ever blow at shoes
I heard that you scared to dark, boogeyman I'm rollin' through
If he got heart he steppin' too, she call me unapproachable
I hit my mark n bury fools
It's not love but I care about you
Can't believe what it's gotten to
Hop out soon as I see you
I call this bitch a cockatoo
She took the whole crew 2 by 2
She don't see it but I know you
Best believe we not rockin blue
I ain't really trippin' bout what you sayin' it's been f*ckin' you
Claimin' he a killer but he gon' how he gon' bury you
I'm bout action, I'm in traffic, nobody thinkin' bout you
I'm bout action, opps is lackin' way that shit ended was tragic
We all make choices, you made the wrong one, I swear I'll never re-ask it
That bitch keep tryin' to play me, watch her new man end up in a casket
I don't need no hook, I got enough on my ass from that last shit
He can't hit the wood cause he be cuffin', he try not to pass it
I lick that ass good but I nutted now so you can have it
Dirty dick as hell but if I wore one it would be a magnum
Free my baby Ru, all them witnesses but he still blasted
All them witnesses, had to see it, man dats tragic
Debo(Daniel Bow) you a bitch, quit tryin' to add the bros, what's that shit
Paper show the truth but you be hidin' em cause you rattin'
Supposed to be a gang but actin' like a bitch, what's that shit
Sound like Thunder Clapping when the Yeeky get to rackin'
Took three strippers in the back, tell me what you think happen
I ain't stressin' bout a nat, I'll pop out catchin' lackin
Bitch keep talkin' bout tyin knots she know that shit ain't happenin'
Got a button on the back of my Glock to turn it automatic
I'm addicted to these thots, she shakin' it I cash it
I can't lie, I'm havin' thoughts of makin' it in rappin'
Cuz after hearin yours and hearin mine, I know my shit be slappin'
So I'ma pop another opp pack, let em have it
In the booth with a blanket like a cape Superman shit
I be clownin', go ahead and hate, you know you got a heartless bitch
I be clownin', go ahead and hate, 5.7 banshee get to sparkin' shit
My 2-2-3 got an easy kick, I can gun you down from a long distance
Hunt you down, I got a scope on this bitch, gotta be sho I don't miss
I watched em scatter like roaches, Hellcat on they block, I'm floatin'
10 mili forever totin, here's a brick, I okey doked him
You full of shit just like a toilet, for what you said I'm disappointed
I thought you was supposed to be my man, n now I'm payin' a lawyer
I'm not bout to walk you down myself, but here go Tom Sawyer
You need to keep up, it means I'll have him paint you your life over
Your life over, it's a wrap, no more comin', runnin' back
Couldn't hold your water, now you're not gang bitch, n that's a fact
If I said his name, I bet it'd shock you, but I won't do that
But I've been ordered the paperwork, trust me, it's really that
He really did it, he really a rat, could be speakin' on your right-hand man
Gotta watch who you let round you, the streets is full of cap
Watch your back, the one next to you could end up up on the stand
And all the years you'll do, cause he stood next to you, you won't get back, never