Thx Lyrics by Ken Carson
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Glock, SIG (Glock), MAC, FN (Yeah)
I found a two-man, it’s just me and my twin (Ayy, yeah)
I can’t tell you who they is, just know that she gettin’ bent
If you bet on me, I’d bet you win, ’cause my whole life rigged (Yeah)
X, ***, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs ’cause if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here
I gotta thank my plug ’cause if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
He still serving grams, he ain’t never gonna serve them bricks
She keep acting like a fan, she ain’t ever gon’ suck my ***
All he do is talk, he ain’t on ***, he ain’t ever gonna get rich
I got a money walk, he can tell by the way I walk, I could *** his *** (Yeah)
Thank you to my clique (Yeah), thank you to my fans
Thank you to anybody who helped me become who I am (Thank you)
Goddamn (Thank you), goddamn (Yeah), they ***’ with me now, but they wasn’t with me *** in the gym
Balenciaga boots, I ain’t never laced up no timbs
I’m a vampire, every time you walk in the room, my lights dim
I got her vamped out, she thought I was nerdy and weird
I cut that *** off, now she crying, yeah she shedding tears
Only thing I fear is you breakin’ my heart (Yeah)
I knew you wasn’t the one from the start (I knew you wasn’t the one)
I knew that our relationship wouldn’t go far (I did)
For you I robbed a bank, for you I would’ve found a way to Mars (I’d do it)
For you I would’ve gave a *** (Yeah)
Them niggas sure you *** with, I already made them bucks
They be flexing the same ***, we do but, we don’t even post that *** (Yeah)
Don’t even matter how much she *** with you, dont ever post that ***
Don’t ever post her, unless you know her (Yeah)
Like the back of your hand, you gotta know her (You gotta know her)
This lil’ *** right here so annoying, she getting ignored (Getting ignored)
Vetements mixed, mixed with Balenciaga, yeah my *** full (My lil’ *** full)
I can’t let you slide, I can’t let you slide (I can’t let you slide)
I got three hoes, but it’s a two-seater, I’m tryna see who gonna ride (Who gonna ride)
I got three hoes, but it’s a two-seater, I’m tryna see who gonna ride (Who gonna ride)
I got ammunition, huh, huh, I let them bullets fly
Glock, SIG (Glock), MAC, FN (Yeah)
I found a two-man, it’s just me and my twin (Ayy, yeah)
I can’t tell you who they is, just know that she gettin’ bent
If you bet on me, I’d bet you win, ’cause my whole life rigged (Yeah)
X, ***, lean, yeah
I gotta thank my drugs ’cause if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be here
I gotta thank my plug ’cause if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be here
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I am
Making me who I am
I gotta thank my mom and thank my pops for making me who I—
I gotta thank my pops, thank my mom for making me who I—
I gotta thank my mom, thank my pops for making me who I am