Troy Ave - Give Thanks lyrics

feat. Ar-Ab I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the n***as that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still f** put the money in the stocks It's 33 shots in them all We screaming f** you to the cops First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot Hold up, anybody can't afford this pot I smoke this, I smoke n***as, they deserve it, get shot I don't start sh**, I depart sh**, they deserve what they got They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get shot Put a right skate on an ice plate, I'm eating well of this block Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil sponsored links Ask me and I don't f** with you, I f** the b**hes that f** with you And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it Raw paper in this damn song but it's real life, I'm hands on Other n***as ain't of it, they rap about it, I does it I'm selling coke in the public, I done tell meet me in public In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don't change Fur on, my bird's gone, I'm Brooklyn's new c**aine powder I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the n***as that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still f** put the money in the stocks It's 33 shots in them all We screaming f** you to the cops I wanna say thanks to my powers That baking soda helped me with the progress I may fit to your axe in the projects The hood still talking about my rep I done shot n***as over truck teams 'Cause n***as didn't see her when her looks came I talk money, n***as run game Where I'm from they only respecting the gun game Remember when I used to drive a Regal Now I'm paying for your rights for an Eagle It's 8 big bullets in this Eagle, it's leaving n***as curled up in the field I carry a topple like a handgun I hear your baby mama pay your ransom The coke and the pot and it's dancing I hope all your kids catch cancer I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the n***as that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still f** put the money in the stocks It's 33 shots in them all We screaming f** you to the cops