Testo Think about it Guè

Think about it

Check, check (I know you feelin' it)
Guè Pequeno
Ay, yo, think about your kids when you fuck with me (Ah)
Cosimo, Milano
Bitch, check, check, ah
You better think about yo' kids, when you fuckin' with me (Think about 'em)
Ah (Think about), fuck nigga (Bitch-ass nigga), yeah
Cookin Soul
Slam

Let me get back on my shit, I been drinkin' and druggin excessively (Yeah)
Got her snortin' the shit at the Beverly, fuck is you tellin' me?
I gotta get up and jump on the 8 a.m. flight, I been fuckin' all night
I can't fuck up the strategy (Fuck up the strategy)
Lifestyles of the insane, let the shit get the best of me
Devil be testin' me, but the father keep blessin' me
Pussy shit ain't in my pedigree, haters gon' heckle me
Think they filled up with estrogen, I could just pull up they messages
Fool, you friendly as a box of puppies with a chopper to your dome (Bitch)
Make a fuck nigga call up his kids, tell 'em he ain't never coming home
Dead beat, cook his soul, he was dead meat
European hoes, Game of Thrones
I should keep these bitches in the red keep
Went electric on the Benz Jeep, old school, got a 450
Baby mama she was trippin' on a nigga
Fashion week is every picture, man, I had some hoes with me (Yes)
And some good grade A blow with me (Yeah)
Bought the stock box, crossed the globe with me
I can kill a nigga when the show's ending
But it's funny you ain't doin' shows, nigga (Oh yeah)
Cookin Soul, he was dead meat
Call his children up, I'll turn his daddy to a dead beat
Fuckin' European bitches in the castle, keep a ho up at the red keep
Fuck nigga
(You know what I'm sayin', like, like you saw them Game of Thrones niggas)
Pimp shit

She smokin' whole, throwin' bows in the place to be (Cookin Soul, he was dead meat)
Yeah
She doin' drugs with the thugs in the place to be

Siamo a Omotesando, l'itamae prepara dei nigiri coi ricci (Think about)
Ah-ah, wow

Hittavo un'attrice di L.A. allo Chateau Martmont (Wow)
Alla festa non sento la bocca, coca, ero diventato di marmo (Ah)
Il collo era superghiacciato come se fosse un gennaio a Malmö, for real
Cento K sul mio palmo e, bitch, credici
Eravamo io e Marco e due colombiane ma in una barca da sedici (Ahahah)
L'ho hittata in cabina prima che salpassimo e io ho fatto tredici (Uoh)
Abbiamo pagato quel conto da Nobu soltanto con guadagni illeciti (Seh)
Scemo, ti mando in deficit (Okay)
Aereo privato, Citation, ero con la campionessa olimpionica
Stavo in completo Brioni, la bitch è bionica (Damn)
Se una tipa non chiava con G, la tipa è lesbionica (Ahahah)
Dopo due giorni di sexting (What?)
Prendi il mio amore su un prendisole di un Pershing
Yo, pensa che hai dei figli, no, don't fuck with me
Se abbassiamo i finestrini del mio truck, oh shit
Non vedo perché sposarmi, never trust a bitch
Spendo a Shoreditch, bella Freddie Gibbs

Atterro a Tirana
Mi viene a prendere un Benz direttamente in pista
Levels

She smokin' whole, throwin' bows in the place to be (Cookin Soul, he was dead meat)
Yeah
She doin' drugs with the thugs in the place to be (In the place to be)

With the kill, on repeat (The future, future)
Pick it up, bitch, yeah
(Think about)