Indie Thot - Thank You lyrics

[Verse] I'm feeling something within me It sounds like a symphony And I like it like a simile You feeling me? If not I got something for that a** The weather man warning you about the forecast Stay tuned into my broadcast Something rash like a babys bottom Spaz like a Tazmanian devil Have you sipping from a baby bottle In videos surrounded by 80 models And they're all trying to be my baby momma But, I ain't trying to hit it, I'm a gentleman Sippin wine not Jack Daniels Matter of fact I'll pa** on that Don P Sip water yet still get all the Gorgonzola Hot like a sauna supernovas my persona Stay away from the drama and marajuana Sit back in my rocking chair and ponder upon the world Self educations where it's at, f** college! I'm a troop and I got my merit badge on my suit And souped up, Campbell's Chicken Noodle Problem is this can ain't got no label yet Heart full of gold despite the fact that I'm made of tin I play to win and if I lose press "Play Again" Waitin for a miracle and let that Dreidel spin Yo you should see what he brews In the lab Dr. Jekyll, in the streets you better hide like a Jew And that's just me being frank I'll give you pennies for you thoughts so you could fill up half a tank And you could drive me insane never shooting from point blank Curve bullets around this corner that'll spray you in face That's just, how much I'm wanted yet my flow is so uncommon So with that being said I advise that you take caution like You walking around the jungle out in Vietnam Hundred reasons to drop the Atom Bomb It's be a catastrophe that's why I'm holding back my militia and calvary And spittin up out these bars The big guns are for when my album drops Which is to be announced so for now Just pronounce me as the king give me my crown and shoo fly Don't bother me, while I put possessions on these words like apostrophes Yes! Let me take a breath, breathe like Fabolous I spit master pieces that'll make em say "Uhhhh!" Like Master P. says without the flee market j**elry Quit the Tom Foolery, cuz you're not fooling me This is my eulogy, in due time you will see How fluent I am at spit talking Never seen like Bloods Crip walking Been doing this since I came out the crib walking And imma do it til my crypted is a carca** And pimping in Neiman Marcus and walking up on these streets Like a dog that was off his leash You Dracula out the coffin and biting this n***as steeze Please, you under par This quiet dog bites hard k** them all swear to god I got my right paw up with a lit cigar Dope like Al Capone sniffing white lines through a straw You getting slept on cuz you soft, postrapedic I'm blowing up cuz I'm the bomb, Hiroshima I give it to them cuz they tell me that they friending I'm saying all this of this sh** without even sounding conceited So, hold your applause cuz, I don't really need it Thank you all from the bottom of my heart and I mean it [Outro] I guess thats it Let the credits roll Shout out to my mom and dad first and foremost, I hope you never hear this Shout out to Opie Slouch, all of Cla** Acts: Javier, Javon, Ian Pelts. Shout out Dolo, Shout out to Beatz, shout out to Isaiah Johnson, Shout out to Ha**an, shout out to Poly High School Shout out to the Riverside rappers Jo Fly, Troi Breeze, Blake Washington, Andy Hand, Zack Speer, James MacNee from Smiling Faces, Uncle Phil, Lil' Ant, J mothaf**in' Luck! Shout out to DJ Rudeboy, The Herbalistics for doing their thing Prahshanti and Knowledge Shout out to Hearts for Homeless, Elia, shout out to Matt Alfonso, Landon Cardenas, Kellen Lowe Shout out to Jamal Johnson, David Jarman, Tyler Brimlae! I don't know who else? If I left you out I'm sorry Oh...shout out to Riverside