Fat Trel - Deep Thought lyrics

Smoking weed and collecting thoughts f** the school, the principal and the lessons taught Intellectual p**y'll put a hex on you I'm flexing with this weapon and forty Mexicans next to you Stretching in the coupe, getting drunk as sh** watching juice Outside the booth feeling like "f** it, do you" And for real the o-head crew she'll thank the fool Cause I wrote this song when I wasn't in the right mood Now ask any [?] "Is that hard to do?" And if they shall lie, shells fly To tell the truth, police can smell lies So Federale interrogations get no replies Voila, just got off my second high Don't be asking questions and stressing Just make like best and buy And if not, get the f** on And there's no days off, so we f** on Cooling in the board room Daydreaming on how I'm 'a be winning the awards soon Wasn't born with a silver spoon So I had to get up and get it living with war wounds b**h I got a hundred stories like old folks That'd get you high a hundred stories like old dope And I really don't remember my first sell But it was either bread and [?] or some old soup And that o-head came back with a straight face Like I was straight up telling him old jokes And the moral of that story was Joker must be joking cause he smoked it so that's old coke f** it, n***a, you got got, we all do You ain't my clientele and you act like I called you f**ing dykes, b**hes, something slight, newport lights My b**hes rolling like them stolen motor bikes And [?] he damn near smoked them for that ice Now either we're pathetic, or they just too polite No matter whatever, we ain't regretting this life Staring down that Beretta make me wanna do this sh** twice Like f** these n***as Lil Wayne voice Hit a body fresh out that Bugatti Lil Wayne toy Motherf**er raw dog motherf** a rubber Never love a Pimp C crusher on top of the cover She fix me supper then she roll over top of my brother And since he's strong, he's gonna put her out I'll call a lover I remember straight jam with a little pucker Hustling all night while them s**ers tricking on them cluckers I'm a million dollar n***a, you don't know it yet Signing on that dotted line, bunch of fools blowing checks Feelings is "f** 'em," I'm [?] the o-heads next I'm in the game like the ref, endless text Look at me now, I'm still down, I'm still scheming And shawty keep them b**hes screaming, word to Willy Beaman First I thought I was dreaming 'til I open my eyes [?] on my phone, I remember her singing Mafia music and we riding like mafias to it Moonshine fluid got 'em k**ing how mafias do it Take a bite out of life, b**h, there's no loans Biting sour apples got her twitching through her iPhone Started off in MySpace, ended up in my home All my b**hes old, all I tell them hoes is I'm grown I know a lot of rich folks smoking law school loud f** you think I'm in it for? Skinny dipping with pretty women, swimming and living b**hes you kidding, I'm interested in tripling the digits Get it and gone over everything it's on my arm It's P and Shaun and I think I'm Teflon Don A mile on from king of diamonds and I bomb Woke up to her cooking in my kitchen like she my mom And disappointed my mother when I was high, mom I spit hot fire, Dylan