Testo Paint Thinner

Big body caddy lane switchers drippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner
12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ 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 runnin’ 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

Hey, switch up the style, switch up the style
I got it running for miles, aye
I got the sauce, I got the style
I’ve been trippin’ for a while, aye
I need a jeweler, a trip to Bermuda
Bitch gon' be giving medulla, aye
I had that fish in the cooler, aye
Catch your [?] in collusion, aye Care for that bitch ‘cause she boujee, aye
Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s pushy, aye
Careful that bitch ‘cause she’s thirsty, aye
And (skrrt) in her mouth it's polluted, aye
Young and I’m rich and I’m ruthless
Whippin’ the coupe with the ruler, aye
Whippin’ the coupe with no roof, aye
I had a vision to do it

Big body caddy lane switchers sippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner
12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ 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 runnin’ 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

Eh, I got a bitch, she’s a nudist
I got me fishin’ my jewelry
I need a brick of the pention
I hit that bitch in my Gucci’s
Fuckin’ a fuck about friendship
I got that fish that we castin’, aye
I’m the same nigga from the Chi
Same nigga from the Chi
I know a lotta lame niggas switch sides
Different colors on the ride
Like a nigga paint a picture with a pot
Whole thing on the way
Quarter thing on the block
I’mma pop a molly, keep me activated
Smoking California keep me medicated
Find a plug on the activator
Run it to him, never hesitated
Pop a 30 milligram perculator
Pussy good, might see you later
Rollin' kush good, might see you later
All these niggas is impersonators
I’ma be a stunt man forever

Big body caddy lane switchers drippin’ oil smellin’ like a paint thinner
12 tryna bet a case wit’ ya niggas tellin’ 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 runnin’ 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 [beep]