Thursday At Truth

(Ooh it's Bluestrip, baby) Huh It's Thursday, I'm at the club only for the lamb Are you a Action Replay? Then put her on the cam I heard yo gang a bunch of burgers and yo bitch a ham I don't even like this shirt, I bought it 'cause I can Even with my glasses off I can see the fakes They just wanna try to stop me, hate come with breaks But I'ma live it up until I see the gates Told him this what happened, I was hurt that they ain't have faith She can't stay mad because I take her on a shopping spree Something 'bout the fame always make the hoes flock to me Said hеr head was fire, I was driving, had to stop and see Opps good at catching 'cause I swеar they never dropping me Timbs on, off the joggy they can tell I'm from the Mitt Politicking 'bout some money, never beefing 'bout a bitch Y'all can have the tough shit, I would rather get us rich Got it off the hams, I ain't never had to sell a brick I can't even leave the crib if it ain't about no cheese I be running through that money, boy, that shit a breeze If you play yo role right then you shall receive A couple purses and some hair if you say please I think I wanna paint yo face, baby, say cheese I think a cop got behind us, baby, take these God, fuck these fake niggas, why you make these? Don't give yo heart to me, girl, I break these It's Thursday, I'm at the club with a dub on me Off-White letterman, I bet she try and rub on me Gave her good dick, now she always tryna hug on me Walking in her crib, she jumped on me, damn near humped on me Bro a drankhead, high as hell, got, one more time I mean bro a drankhead, he talking 'bout he need one more line Eighthy and some [?] in the 'Wood, bitch, this jumbo size It's some members 'round me, this so janky, better tuck yo ice Squaring up ain't a bright idea if you love yo life Feel like Tyrone, I come through horsing, I might fuck yo wife Turned in twenty jacks, my Arabs came in clutch tonight At Mr. Corned Beef, told 'em make sure the mustard light You grabbing petty punches, I get fire off of Onion sites Nike joggy stuffed with dog shit, I ain't running light Shout-out Vez, riding down the 6, double cup on ice I might put you on the first team if yo jumper nice First class itch, think I'm finna go and jump on flights Answering my bitch call like, "You know you bugging, right?" Feel like Rondo, got a rocket tucked in these Number Nines Popped out my cocoon, now I'm flyer than a butterfly