Butla Beats - Thots lyrics

[Hook] (2x) Throwin' thots, throwin' thots f**in' b**hes, throwin' thots First I count my money roll, then I'm off to score a thot Throwin' thots, throwin' thots f**in' b**hes, throwin' thots In D.C., we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots [Verse 1] I'm throwin' thots, throwin' thots, In Miami, drop the top I'm on Ocean like I'm Sosa, ridin' 'round in foreign cars Hit the brake, had to stop, I think I just saw a thot I'ma bend that p**y over, I'ma eat that p**y box 30 shots in my Glock, I'm the sh**, you are not Y'all be snitching, y'all hot, I wish all of y'all would die I ain't lying, I be high, Conversation real dry Is you f**ing me or not?, s*utty Boyz is who is I She don't like my Glory guys, Global Gleetchi on your line Make them roller b**hes work and make them Thotiannas cry You in love, no you not, you should quit it, you should stop In D.C., we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots [Hook] (2x) [Verse 2] I'm throwin' thots with a thot, sippin' lean and blowin' pot Plus I'm rollin' moon rocks, you gon' let me go or not? O'Glock, 30 shots, roll up on you, blow the block Empty pockets when I shop, I drop that guap, I got alot b**hes ask me where I'm going, I'm just headed for the top Told her keep her clothes on, Gleetchi only want the top Know the police told me stop, will I do it? Probably not Will I k** them? Probably so, Papi probably f**ed yo' ho First you didn't, now you know, since this thot, my heart been cold But somehow my money long and my patience real low I can't wait to k** flows, hundred bottles, hundred shows Hundred pills, hundred pints, hundred k**ers, hundred hoes [Hook] (2x) [Outro] Throwin' thots, throwin' thots f**in' b**hes, throwin' thots First I count my money roll Throwin' thots, throwin' thots f**in' b**hes, throwin' thots In D.C. we call them rollers, in Chiraq we call them thots [Hook]