Thinking Bout You

[Intro] Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on a set With a fully automatic Tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you [Verse 1] Uhh, bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog ass hoes today I say bow wow wow yippie yo yippie ya Can't trust these dog ass hoes today But I got one I really fuck with She make my heart skip a beat She dropped her drum stick Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick I eat that pussy cause it's sweet as sweet as one six Sixteen bullet in a clip but more than one clip Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced I got strawberry cocaine it's sweet as fun dip You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch I love my young bitch Cause she don't get me drama, you don't want no drama My goons wait for you, to snap like some photo bombers Yeah, we leave a nigga flat, we leave 'em horizontal And then my lawyer tell your honor "On that morning I was..." [Chorus] Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec Thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you [Verse 2] It go U N L V It go, it go U N L V It go U N L V, U N LV Uptown nigga living violent do I smell beef I was chilling on a corner bout to get fucked up My nigga T got a 40 and he brought two cups That nigga Mack was chilling, Po was home talking on a phone Lord it's been such a good year we need some Armor All That nigga Hood he on a set he got his hoodie on Euro's the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms Wayne Chong chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long Lord I know I do my thing can’t let my thing do me Lord I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis Lord just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree I got that tech under my arm like right guard, sure, degree Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?" I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I serve a fiend while I was [Chorus] Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec I was thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you girl Chilling on a set With a fully automatic tec I was thinking bout you girl I was, working my juug girl But I was still thinking bout you girl