Young Grizzly - Young Grizzly - Thawtz Of Tha Brainless lyrics

[Verse 1:Young Grizzly] Ugh, guns out on my mill clip I want gold chains and a thick b**h She'd gimme brains when i lose mine and Trouble got that Piff lit Smokin' like magic tricks Blow it like its just wind She drop it like some coins in a wishing well, no wish list She ride dick, no airbag, so its goin' down like a plane crash Guns drive me crazy man, im 'bout to hit that brake pad That rifle told me i got your back And momma taught me to never act But my life's a movie so what the f**? Guess i gotta be supporting cast And that Nina got a fat a** when i hit it, it go "click, clack" No Ice Watch just a wristband Cause i fear the day that sh** melt Got big plans to kidnap A big man and his rich dad Throw your body where the fish at Got a hit man who still strapped man Walkin' out the house them neighbors peekin' through the window When they see the blood they have to scream like a bingo If they asking questions i say nothing like a zero If you snitchin' we could sniff it out like police dogs, my n***a [Hook] These are the thoughts of the brainless I lick my thumb and i finger her like im pagin' If we livin' in hell im exhalin' Now she can't wait to take it off like some braces.... [Verse 2] I got too much on my plate, im smokin pot like boiling water This is where i draw the line she tryna cross it with some rubbers (tell 'em) i don't cure, i swear My girl got that long hair if im down she be down, that's that domino effect (uh) ridin' round in a cop car Woke up high no false alarm Swung up like nun chucks Got a white girl with pom poms Shoot you on your head n***a Damn, we don't really care n***a Cut you n***as off like a barber And do dreadlocks on a hair trigger Sleep late and wake early Smilin' till my face hurtin' Bus' it up for a real n***a imma hit it like it ain't workin' mane Got the mic on my hand where the Tyson at? On the road to riches i ain't trippin' imma call a cab Bout to lick her p**y and get tongue tied and burp out Getting bread like a bird brain that gun scope gimme bird eyes .442 to the five-O and 9 milli to the 6 n***as Flamin' on these haters put them fire fighters outta business Lookin' on that dark side im the pessimist with a blow torch Call a bad b**h with a fats a** to blow me like a fog horn My drinks up, my dick up Her skirt down, her a** out I hit it till she tap out Then the referee come and break it out We camp out at your house and shoot at your dog house Gettin High On Stupid Thangs turn a hotel to a ghost-town, Grizzly [Hook] Woo, these are the thoughts of the brainless My gun loaded its aimin' at your cranium She gimme cause i dunno where my brain is If she don't s** no dick then she just basic uh