Think Twice lyrics

[Intro: ZayBang]
Huh? (FeezyDisABangah)
Clown (Feez, Feez)
Chase him down, he gon' run a couple lights
350 Yeezy Boosts on my feet, we don't fight
I think I gotta sip a deuce just to sleep good at night
(Feez, hit these n*ggas with another one)

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
Chase him down, he gon' run a couple lights
350 Yeezy Boosts on my feet, we don't fight
I think I gotta sip a deuce just to sleep good at night
Ain't no takin' nothing from me, b*tch, we taking n*ggas' life
I'ma only tell you once so you better think twice
Free my brother Money Munz out that b*tch, this for life
I told my n*ggas f*ck a deal 'cause we ain't takin' no more strikes
I ain't never bang sh*t but my hood, that's on life
You n*ggas pus*y and I don't think you down for no shooting
Told my brother if you pull up on a sucker I'ma do 'em
Got the rental for the feel but we'll use it for a shoot
And n*ggas always speaking down so you know them n*ggas losing
f*ck a Geezy 'cause, n*gga, I'll come through with a Ruger
Youngest n*gga in my city that'll drill off a scooter
Like a bad yellow b*tch but sometimes I be with thooter
Ain't no cappin', b*tch, we gettin' to that bag, n*ggas losers
Got some young wild n*ggas that'll strip you for your chain
And I ain't f*ckin' with no n*gga that been f*ckin' up his name
Pull up on you, it's a drill, pus*y n*gga switching lanes
We can't talk about my brother, n*gga, you don't feel the same
Why you cappin' in them songs knowin' you ain't really built?
You like suckin' on them titties but that b*tch ain't gettin' milked
Bruh was finna buy a crate but them sh*ts ain't even sealed
b*tch, and my n*ggas trippin' off the rip, b*tch
[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Zay, you know I got you and I'm trippin' off the rip
Round this time, lil bro the wrench, watch him get it off the bench
Only pain up in your music when you simpin' 'bout the b*tch
Can't get a dollar out of me b*tch, I ain't trickin' off and sh*t
How you smokin' opp pack but your squad ain't do the killin'?
n*ggas rappin' what they see, b*tch, I'm rappin' 'bout how I'm livin'
I'll get a n*gga whacked and let you suckers claim you did it
You got stripped and ain't do nothing so, b*tch, stop acting like you with it
I'll bring the pistol in the club, get to airing out your table
Using God's name in vain, nah, n*gga, He can't save you
Lil bro ain't even legal, lil n*gga still'll scrape you
b*tch, your name not money, is you stupid? I can't chase you
With my girl but still'll catch me with my dogs like I'm Shaggy
Drop a hundred to the neck, all I need me is a addy
Underweight but get greedy for that cheese like I'm a fatty
Grinning while I bust a chop but nah, n*gga, I ain't happy
And I could've drove the whip, I'm in the Uber with the Gleek
I got plaques up in the crib and still ain't kickin' out my feet
sh*t like Freddy or I'm Jason, sh*t get scary when I creep
I can't sleep without the fan but still be sleepin' with my heat
Old cop ass n*gga, you the neighborhood watch type
b*tch, if you left your n*gga you still couldn't live this boss life
Trip on every beat but baby love it when I talk nice
And if I don't got that Vlone on my body then it's Off-White, b*tch