Lyrics Wild Thoughts - K-Trap

Wild Thoughts

Can’t lie it been a while putting soft in my Pyrex bowl
Could’ve just flied it home
Still got paper plans
AB still wants 1000 grams
Driller with sauce
This spinner’s got force
Can’t be a normal statistic
Manna gotta make a change
Young fly boy from the hood
Still putting salad cream on my steak
Still playing boss while they play loss
Still got the straightest drop and their things bosh
What a shame
Them man’s screens' is loading
And I’ve colocked the game
For a man with no guns or funds
Don’t you think you got a lot to say
I took a lot of time to pree the game
And no it’s mine
Pretty girl on my right
Louboutin heels just giving her height
Says she wanna be my wife
But I’m alright that’s giving her rights
You think she can run my life
Rather give her this phone like run this line
And make sure it run’s alright
Just linked John with the pick of the bobs
All coppers long as a man go right
Just met a brand new bitch
She’ll fuck as long as your paper’s straight
She just wanna take this dick
And take new pics on expensive dates
Life does a lot but it’s cool I can manage
The guys still out her banging
Cannon, trying to leave them man cabbage
Can’t you see the d-square sagging
Don’t even ask if I brang it
Don’t even ask if it’s full to the brim
Don’t even ask if I tan him
Normal stuff, loyalty and trust
Bang for my bros that’s normal
Feel like Rihanna with this thing on me
I just get the wildest thoughts
WIld, wild, wild, wild
Lemme just spin this ting
And put him in the ground, ground, ground
Normal stuff, loyalty and trust
Bang for my bros that’s normal
Feel like Rihanna with this thing on me
I just get the wildest thoughts
WIld, wild, wild, wild
Lemme just spin this ting
And put him in the ground, ground, ground
Step 10 man, 10 chains hanging, like we hit a little goal
See bro buss down a box
Then buss down a watch
His wrist just froze
Came a long way from nothing, work hard for mine
I don’t really dance in the dance
But the rocks in my chain just dance all night
And cause she see the «K» just frozen
She just wanna buss that thing right open
Foot down in a German
She just determined, she just want throat it
But life ain’t fun and games, I still got a cannon I roll with
Man, I don’t send my man with the matic
He’ll have his jacket just floating
Show my man about foul play
All my niggas sound just spazzing
Now it’s DSQ and Balmain
Louis, Dolce, Gucc, Dwellers and DayDays too
Before I spent cash on these Loubs
I double this 2 in a q
Double this 2 in a q
Can’t lie it been a while putting soft in my Pyrex bowl
Could’ve just flied it home
Still got paper plans
AB still wants 1000 grams
Can’t be a normal statistic
Manna gotta make a change
Young fly boy from the hood
Still putting salad cream on my steak
Can’t be a normal statistic
Manna gotta make a change
Young fly boy from the hood
Still putting salad cream on my steak