GucciBoyMelv - I thought i had one too (GucciBoyMelv Version) Lyrics

I thought I had one too
Big Gucci Sosa
Tryna hop out wid dem glocks out
When they gang see us
I bet dem niggas finna flock out
Use Guerrilla warfare
Pop up on em wid dem shots out
Bitch it's home turf
Dallas Texas wid dem Mops out
Where dem real killas
Drug dealers will get you Jot down
Nigga was talkin Shid
We had to see what he was talm bout
Thought dat he was bout it
We pulled on him at his momma house
Niggas think he hard
But he wrong
We gone gun em down
Ray Charles to these broke bitches
I can't see dat Shid
Keep my distance from these hoe niggas
Cause dey be on sum Shid
Thought you real
But then you fold my nigga
Da gang know you a bitch
Turn the crowd
When I do shows my nigga
And dey know who I am
Taxin niggas just to get a feature
Feel like Uncle Sam
Told my nigga Fredo dat I'm ready we gone chase these M's
Grindin almost erry day nd night to get dem Benjamin's
Choppa body long nd skinny mane
Look jus like slender man
Smokin on two strands I mix it up
So I be high asf f*ck
Roll bout three of thos
Cause my high be gone fast asf
It's been almost seven months
Since I put lean up in my cup
Tryna roll me four Mo backwoods
Cause I'm tired of usin Dutch
I'm a
Real nigga
Mane
Dey all know what I'm on
If you music is a official I'll toss you up on a song
Mane my shorty ride nd die Fa me don't matter if I'm wrong
Nd my potnas slide fa free
Buh we got money we'll pay em off
How the f*ck you speak on niggas who above yo ass in rank nigga
Ain no similarities f*ck you think nigga
I ain worried bout you I'm chasin bank nigga
If dis was battlefield da opp ship sank nigga
Nigga wanna play f*ck he thank nigga
Choppa whoopin niggas
Bet he spank niggas
What you smokin on?
I'm smokin dank nigga
My attitude bad asf
I'm tryna paint niggas
Big Gucci Sosa
Tryna hop out wid dem glocks out
When they gang see us
I bet dem niggas finna flock out
Use Guerrilla warfare
Pop up on em wid dem shots out
Bitch it's home turf
Dallas Texas wid dem Mops out
Where dem real killas
Drug dealers will get you
Jot down
Nigga was talkin Shid
We had to see what he was talm bout
Thought dat he was bout it
We pulled on him at his momma house
Niggas think he hard
But he wrong
We gone gun em down
Ray Charles to these broke bitches
I can't see dat Shid
Keep my distance from these hoe niggas
Cause dey be on sum Shid
Thought you real
But then you fold my nigga
Da gang know you a bitch
Turn the crowd
When I do shows my nigga
And dey know who I am
Taxin niggas just to get a feature
Feel like Uncle Sam
Told my nigga Fredo dat I'm ready we gone chase these M's
Grindin almost erry day nd night to get dem Benjamin's
Choppa body long nd skinny mane
Look jus like slender mane