Lyrics to Give Thanks
Featuring Ar Ab
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
(Verse 1)
First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot
Hold up, ain't money can call up for this pot
I smoke this, I smoke niggas, they deserve to get shot
I don't start shit, I depart shit, they deserve what they got
They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get chop
Put a right skate on an ice plate, I'm eating well of this block
Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil
Ask me and I don't fuck with you, I fuck with bitches that fuck with you
And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out
Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it
Y'all think this a damn song but it's real life, I'm hands on
Other niggas ain't of it, they rap about it, I does it
I'm selling coke in the public ,out of town meet me out public
In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist
Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don't change
Fur on, my bird's gone, I'm Brooklyn's new cocaine powder
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
(Verse 2)
I wanna say thanks to my pow racks
That baking soda helped me with the progress
I may fit to your axe in the projects
The hood still talking about my rep
I done shot niggas over truck teams
‘Cause niggas didn't see her when her looks came
I talk money, niggas run game
Where I'm from they only respecting the gun game
Remember when I used to drive a Regal
Now I'm paying for your rights for an Eagle
It's 8 big bullets in this Eagle,
It's leaving niggas curled up in the field
I carry a topple like a handgun
I hear your baby mama pay your ransom
The coke and the pot and it's dancing
I hope all your kids catch cancer
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
Give Thanks Video:
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
(Verse 1)
First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot
Hold up, ain't money can call up for this pot
I smoke this, I smoke niggas, they deserve to get shot
I don't start shit, I depart shit, they deserve what they got
They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get chop
Put a right skate on an ice plate, I'm eating well of this block
Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil
Ask me and I don't fuck with you, I fuck with bitches that fuck with you
And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out
Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it
Y'all think this a damn song but it's real life, I'm hands on
Other niggas ain't of it, they rap about it, I does it
I'm selling coke in the public ,out of town meet me out public
In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist
Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don't change
Fur on, my bird's gone, I'm Brooklyn's new cocaine powder
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
(Verse 2)
I wanna say thanks to my pow racks
That baking soda helped me with the progress
I may fit to your axe in the projects
The hood still talking about my rep
I done shot niggas over truck teams
‘Cause niggas didn't see her when her looks came
I talk money, niggas run game
Where I'm from they only respecting the gun game
Remember when I used to drive a Regal
Now I'm paying for your rights for an Eagle
It's 8 big bullets in this Eagle,
It's leaving niggas curled up in the field
I carry a topple like a handgun
I hear your baby mama pay your ransom
The coke and the pot and it's dancing
I hope all your kids catch cancer
(Hook)
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the niggas that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still fuck put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming fuck you to the cops
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