Cyhi The Prynce - Thirsty lyrics

[Spoken Intro] [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Compton Kendrick, something splendid Yeah I'm in this B-I-itch No I.D., I be a G, exclude every other alphabet Every time I D.I.P., I need all of my Ruffle chips Duffle bag full of Frito Lay, it'll be okay Don't call OJ because I'm on some k**er sh** K Dot in his k**er whip K Dot with his k**er dime broadcasted on Channel 9 Lay back, let my seat recline Rolling like 2 miles per hour I was with success, I don't know where y'all were You see it's funny how I do these things Throw 'em in the pond cause these pawns wish they knew this king Say they word is bond like Double 07's service team They be head servicing, get off my dick I lay it down so cold, you would swore that I was half eskimo In bucket seats below zero Oh it's me, I'm showing out, I get it crackin' They never fill my void when I'm absent [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] Everytime I come through, through, through, through They be on it so thirsty, thirsty Hoes they be boppin' so thirsty, thirsty Haters they be watching so thirsty Yeah, you too, too, too You be on it so thirsty, thirsty Hoes they be boppin' so thirsty, thirsty Haters they be watching so thirsty [Verse 2: Terrace Martin] Why you always acting funny Ain't never got no money You say you dope, but you's a dummy Lying to the hoes and your homies About you're doing this and that Saying always who ya with n***a, you thirsty n***a, you's a b**h, b**h, b**h See all the time that you spending Runnin' 'round town, pillow talking and hating on me You need to stop talking bout me Cause your b**h want a guy like me And you wanna be me, but you can't can't And you ain't, ain't, ain't [Hook] [Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce] Man you n***as forever thirsty Doing suicides in the desert in Albuquerque I'm a fundraiser for Kanye Cause I got them good bars, but I ain't selling Hershey's Emperor like Xerces n***as say they players but ain't never had a jersey King James, I'm a legend way before my thirties Sent from the heavens, I'm a reverend to you clergies I swear I do you dirty Covered in that purple got me feeling like Percy Harvin, got these rappers starving at my mercy No disrespect to Terrace Martin But I run circles round these tracks like Kentucky Derby You see me with a white b**h, you swear I'm f**ing Fergie Putting money in a safe, look like I'm stuffing a turkey Plus the way that I be dressing got your girl down south Like the state that I be repping She slurps me, til I'm dehydrated Elated, blowing on this 3-5, faded New clothes, you never see my Levi's faded b**h I'm buzzing like a bee hive, East Side's greatest Now I'm working with producers That I never thought that I would work with in the future Underground cause my verse is in the sewer Thirsty a** n***as, there's beverages in the cooler Loser! [Hook]