Thinkin’ Out Loud - BabyTron

It don't take shit to win but some focus

Phew, hey

(Meech)

It don't take shit to win but some focus

Your mind everywhere else, then you hopeless

Triple double in your city like I'm Jokić

Shrooms got me trippin', thought my shadow was an opp approaching

Clutch performer, boy, I wouldn't leave me open

I could have ten M's, they wouldn't notice

I could have a dollar to my name and they wouldn't even know it

'Cause what I learned is whatever's in your hand, you can't show it

She gon' give your ass the red light, for me, bet she going

Heavy on the manifesting where I'm at, feeling chosen

Was a dime, bought an ass, now she eleven like DeRozan

Pocket full of Nipsey blues, sixty shots, catch me rolling

Floating, take my pain, then I pour it

Still'll go and get the bag while it's cold and it's snowing

While it's raining, while it's sunny, I'ma catch it if they throw it

Why you playing with my money? I'ma catch you if you owe me

I'ma leave 'em chili cheese fried, I catch them at the Coney

Heard you still ain't even seen five, I'm smellin' a jabroni

Rollin' out the 'bow bag, you can smell I have it on me

With my twin, you can't tell who's who, Zack and Cody

It all started with a plan in my head

Layin' down, starin' at the ceiling fan in my bed

Took a leap of faith, ain't know where I'd land in the end

Get that boy around me if you wear a badge 'cause he fed

Gotta be ten toes if you gon' stand on my pegs

You ain't know me with the bowl cut or Stan with the dreads

So much horsepower, sounded like I crashed when I rev

It's a dirty game pressin', I'm like Pat to the bev'

Put his trust in a slut, should get smacked in his head

Ain't no way that they could hawk us in the Track' when we fled

If I get a loaf, brodie gettin' half of the bread

Road runnin' up them racks, caught a cramp in my leg

Got my phone in the other room, you know I'm freestyling

Cuddy cut it with the pills 'cause he tend to be violent

If they get me in that room, guarantee I—

If they get me in that room, guarantee I be silent

I wonder if I wasn't who I was, who really'd be with me?

If you counted DSM out, know you feeling really silly

First class, heard you bookin' flights that got the hidden city

Stuffed a bitch in Cincinnati, send her down to Mississippi

Hidden action impact, four attachments, told 'em pistol grip me

If we catch 'em in that alley, guarantee he gettin' Ricky

If she eat this Perc 10, she gon' give the dick a hickey

We gon' test it out on doggy bone 'cause he a guinea piggy

Catch 'em at the G station, leave 'em in the chip aisle

I'm with MJ or 40 if I'm down on 6 Mile

If you don't get down, get your ass stripped down

Think you keepin' up with us, like, have you seen a fish drown?

ShittyBoyz

(Meech)