Rich Homie Quan - Thoughts Str8 lyrics

[Hook] I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe Grinding getting money nightfall to morning We gone knock that boy off while we touring Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman Money on them b**hes head I got it storming [Verse 1] I look myself in the mirror said “that money won’t change” Im tryna buy a bigger house so there’d be no more complaining My money good my lawyer straight gotta throw it out of the ring You better believe it boy we leaving the same way that we came If a n***a disrespect me then he might not be breathing Alot of red flags around me everybody they bleeding They know I got it out the streets I wrote my name in the city And everytime I go to sleep im still fighting them demons Count them backends with my road dog Like a naked b**h dont make homie expose y’all When i smoke that weed i get closed off If I wouldve kept popping molly I would be throwed off [Hook] I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock bhave Grinding getting money nightfall to morning We gone knock that boy off while we touring Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman Money on them b**hes head I got it storming [Verse 2] Hard to realize what I been going through lately Girl you stayed down through all the controversy They throwing shade bih they Maybach it come with curtains So I ain’t worrying bout whay they saying or what they doing dawg Sacrifice way too much just to lose it all If Quan name come up you know my whole crew involved Point guard and I might move the ball Im way behind the line might shoot em off Yall n***as lame yall dont know what id do to y’all Shawty play her part move the raw Run up on me let that ruger blow Bad b**hes I need like two of those Im tryna f** her but she do the most [Hook] I’m sippin hard liquor to get my thoughts straight Road blocked jumping fences when the cops chase Got cognac in my cup dont know how scotch taste I told lil shawty dont get it twisted dreadlock babe Grinding getting money nightfall to morning We gone knock that boy off while we touring Barely at the telly, hundred to the doorman Money on them b**hes head I got it storming