Thanksgiving

What up, Antt?

Oh yeah

It's a hood **** Thanksgiving

What up, Antt?

You know what that means (Let's get it)

It's time to feed the streets

Aye, they say money is the root of all evil (Oh, that's what they said?)

Okay, tell that to the fam (They happy)

Being broke the root of all evil, 'cause a broke **** see us

He gon' try to rob and end up getting blammed

Thanksgiving, honey-baked, you know I go ham (Stupid)

SRT or Bentley truck, I just might go Lamb' (Which one?)

Your bitch she on wrestle but just got through gettin' slammed

Give me soul food vibes, 'cause these **** sweet as yams (No cap)

Fourth quarter, pass me the rock, I bet I cut ya

We know everybody ain't gon' like us, so the fuck what? (Fuck 'em)

You just wanna hear yourself talk, shut the fuck up

Bitch, I'm feeling D might catch me in the Benz buffed up

**** think we set the deck, bitch, this what we was dealt (****)

I can't take no hoes home, that shit will get you killed

Never been a broke hating ass ****, how that feel?

They some killers in their songs, we'll kill their ass for real (For real)

They don't like my hood but when I see 'em, bet I throw it up

Learned my lesson fucking with new ****, that's a no for us

If I give this lil' bitch my number, bet she blow it up (I bet you)

Brown Rolls truck, white guts, I call it coconut

Gangsta

I bet you, you can't name a drug my **** cannot flip (I bet you)

Don't care what kind of pants they is, my money cannot fit (They can't)

When I see **** with their bitch, that shit be looking lit

I wonder do them **** know them hoes was on my dick

My chain so heavy I could take it off and beat you with it (And beat you)

Don't give a fuck if **** strapped 'cause we'll leave 'em with it

The goal was make out the trenches, not just me, my **** (Who else?)

But everybody that I love, so let's complete the mission (Let's get it)

Bag touch, you sold out (Bag here, sold out)

Told brodie you showing out (Told brodie)

Ridin' with 100 pounds, call it rolling loud

Should be gone in a week, trap be going wild (You ready?)

Bad bitch, poke it out (Bad bitch, come here)

They ain't know we was the ones, bet they know it now (I bet you)

Opp crib, scope it out (That's the house, lay on it)

Whoever walk outside first, blow 'em down

What up, Antt?

Oh, you know me

Mr. Thanksgiving