BabyTron - Thinkin' Out Loud Lyrics

(It don't take shit to win but some focus, hey)
(Meech)

It don't take shit to win but some focus
Your mind everywhere else, then you hopeless
Triple double in your city like I'm Jokic
Shrooms got me tripping, thought my shadow was an opp approaching
Clutch performer, boy I wouldn't leave me open
I can have ten M's, they wouldn't notice
I can have a dollar to my name and they wouldn't even know it
Cause what I learned is whatever's in your hand, you can't show it
She gon' give your ass the red light, for me but she going
Heavy on the manifesting where I'm at, feeling chosen
Was a dime, bought an ass, now she 11 like DeRozan
Pocket full of Nipsey Blue's, sixty shots, catch me rolling
Floating, take my pain, then I pour it
Still a go and get the bag while it's cold and it's snowing
While it's raining, while it's sunny, I'ma catch if they throw it
Why you playing with my money? I'ma catch you if you owe me
I'ma leave 'em chili cheese fried, I catch them at the Coney
Heard you still ain't even seen five, I'm smelling a jabroni
Rolling out the bowl bag, you can smell a habit on me
With my twin, you can't tell who's who, Zack and Cody
It all started with a plan in my head
Laying down staring at the ceiling fan in my bed
Took a leap of faith, they know where I'll land in the end
Get that boy around me if you wear a badge 'cause he fed
Gotta be ten toes if you gon' stand on my pegs
You ain't know me with the bowl cut or Stan with the dreads
So much horsepower, sounded like I crashed when I rev
It's a dirty game pressing, I'm like Pat to the Bev
Put his trust in a slut, should get smacked in his head
Ain't no way that they can Hawk us in the Track when we fled
If I get a loaf, brodie getting half of the bread
Road running up the racks, caught a cramp in my leg
Got my phone in the other room, you know I'm freestyling
Cudi cut it with the pills, 'cause he tend to be violent
If they get me in that room, guarantee I-
If they get me in that room, guarantee I be silent
I wonder if I wasn't who I was who really'd be with me?
If you counted DSM I know you feeling really sickly
First class, heard you booking flights that got the hidden seat
Stuffed a bitch in Cincinnati, send her down to Mississippi
Hidden action, impact, four attachments, told 'em pistol grip me
If we catch 'em in that alley, guarantee he getting Ricky
If she eat this Perc-10 she gon' give the dick a hicky
We gon' test it out on doggy bone, 'cause he a guinea piggy
Catch 'em at the G station, leave 'em in the chip aisle
I'm with MJ or 40 if I'm down on 6 Mile
If you don't get down, get your ass stripped down
Think you keeping up with us, like have you seen a fish drown?

ShittyBoyz (Meech)