Lyrics Think Of Me - GQ

Think Of Me

Before my mind get too gone I’m just thinkin' ‘bout what’s next
I’m leaving in a few don’t let yourself get left
I do me, excuse me?
I’m truly just a mess
I’m tryna bubble like Jacuzzi with some jets
My punch is lookin' dirty my water contaminated
And the shit that I been smokin' make the sky look laminated
Do they care yet?
Are we there yet?
Let me know when we made it
I can tell she like my flavour she ain’t even hafta taste it
I told her baby you the one but next to money, option two
Sharper than piranhas like Madonna what we mobbin' to
And I’m mobbin' through this city of mine
If they always got some shit to say then chances are they lyin'
I be flyin' way beyond everything that they be on
Catch a breeze, can you please stay the fuck from off my lawn?
See, what you want really ain’t for me
What you see is what you get, what you really think of me
I don’t really give a fuck about what you think of me
But I hear it though, what you think of me
I don’t really give a fuck about what you think of me
I ain’t trippin on ‘em I just try to make it plain to see
A different person went around wonder how you act with them
And I could go pointin' fingers but we just bad as them
Every time I get a beat I tell ‘em I’mma snap again
Haters actin' like we Kim, women actin' like I’m him
I just snuck right out the gym and I fell right in the booth
Man I swear these bitches love me I can use your girl for proof
Makin' money off a dream, you would think I lost a tooth
I might do some shit with 40 maybe do some shit with Snoop
Well you should act like Uncle Rico when we act like Uncle Luke
My nigga told me he done hit like every girl up in your group