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shutupshy - my thoughts lyrics

[intro]
these just some lil’ thoughts that come out my head

[verse]
so much pain in these woods, but i’m still hurtin’
tryna find a cheaper way tire but i’m still workin’
y’all sick i came rappin’ on a b+tch
soundin’ better than your favorite rapper with this sh+t
they like, “shy, all you rap about is fightin'”
until a b+tch beat my ass, sh+t, that’s what i’ma keep writin’
and on the realest tip (what?), i’m the realest b+tch
he blowin’ up my phone while i’m blowin’ on some chill sh+t (ayy)
nowadays, supportin’, man, you d+ck suckin’
if you ain’t the n+gga with the strap, then you the n+gga duckin’
if she call a n+gga bro her bestie, then that’s who she f+cked
if all you n+ggas claim that you a shooter, then why the f+ck you tuckin’?
huh?
walkin’ ’round like i’m big homie
b+tches walkin’ ’round like they bougie, but they big phony
n+ggas walkin’ ’round talkin’ down ’cause they b+tch want me
b+tch wanna talk goofy, she a clown who ain’t got sh+t on me
n+ggas flashin’ petty money, b+tch, who raised you?
tellin’ all your n+ggas you got shot, b+tch, it grazed you
thinkin’ she got one up on the kid, b+tch, i played you
captain say she busted on the ‘gram, b+tch, i made you (act like you know)
this life, right idea, wrong b+tch, huh?
i’m like i was trippin’, you know i love talkin’ my sh+t now
just gettin’ started with this rap sh+t but i’m not a rookie
if you want me on a feature, sh+t, you better book me (you better book me)
y’all better boss up or get bossed around
talkin’ to my fave, i need the hook or should i play around?
he like, “f+ck it, all bars if you want a clown”
i’m like, man, i’m talkin’ wet as h+ll, ’bout to make ’em drown
put you in the shark tank, present you to the big fish
investin’ in my business, oh, now it’s gettin’ serious
oh, now this n+gga seasick
his n+ggas walkin’ on the sea, my babies slowly creepin’
he beggin’ and he pleadin’
on my city girls’ sh+t, like it’s that season
where n+ggas get to dyin’ for no f+ckin’ reason
i’m tryna wake ’em up, sh+t, they steady sleepin’
the love be so fake, they talkin’ ’bout i’m decent
b+tch, i’m a f+ckin’ demon, and y’all gon’ believe me (i will)
but anyways, let’s talk ’bout these rappin’ b+tches
i ain’t gon’ say much, but i brung out the rappin’ b+tches
not sayin’ that y’all sleep, ’cause that sh+t really trap out with n+ggas
twinnin in with gang like that sh+t really ass on, n+gga (that sh+t really ass, my n+gga)
that’s why i just laugh at b+tches
(and i come back and then i say what?)
i ain’t no bully ’round this b+tch but i got receipts
knockin’ b+tches down like i pulled the wrong jenga piece
you would support me, then i’d love you, f+ck everybody else
i never asked you hoes for a favor, b+tch, f+ck your help
n+ggas been so weird lately and it’s crazy
i don’t know, ’cause it’s like they envy and they hate me
but i swear i’m takin’ over, just keep f+ckin’ with y’all baby, man
just keep f+ckin’ with y’all baby
f+ck is you talkin’ about?

- shutupshy lyrics

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