D. Savage - Really Think About It* lyrics

Aye CGM where you at?
ZaySkillz
Am I in the (What)?
Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime
I'm in the waste management business
Everyone immediately assumes you're mobbed up

When I really think about it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good
Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya)
I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it
I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh)
I put your bitch how to ass and face down
Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown?
Callin' [ _ ] George, tryna smoke out the pound
Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around
Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out (Hey)

Bitch, I'm outside, like who wanna play?
Ride around town, I can serve all day
Too turnt, they think I'm snorting on Yay
I spend that band, I don't need no masi
Squad on my guard, don't tell nobody
Drop that low, I shoot up the party
I'm walkin' 'em down, I'll hit on my target
I stay to myself, don't need anybody
Bangin' on the kid, I like it on [ _ ]
That ain't your baby, I'm pulling together
My diamonds so cold, I'm changin' the weather

When I really think about it (Mafia Musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good
Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya)
I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it
I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh)
I put your bitch how to ass and face down
Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown?
Callin' [ _ ] George, tryna smoke out the pound
Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around
Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out

All of this money stackin' up, it got me excited
I'm duckin' and dodgin' indictments
Niggas be talkin' but frightened
Stop wit' them choppas, they'd think you was ISIS
Niggas be thinkin' it's sweet
Sendin' they dutch 'til I send 'em wit' crisis
They said, I won't be
Them niggas is sweet, we know the niggas the nicest
We with the shits, yeah
Drummin' the Glock wit' the switch, yeah
It's more than the top in this bitch, yeah
Let that bitch pop 'til it click, yeah
Still pull the skits, yeah
Wet a nigga up, leave him drenched sticks
Set a nigga up, if he snitch, yeah
If you play a nigga, wait in the trench, yeah

When I really think about it (Mafia Musik, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You never cared for me, or came to see if I'm good
Everybody on my wallet (Ya, ya, ya)
I'ma take care of the squad, it ain't no doubt about it
I caught that shit on the cycle (Eh)
I put your bitch how to ass and face down
Bitch, I'm the king, where the fuck is my crown?
Callin' [ _ ] George, tryna smoke out the pound
Whole lotta hoes runnin' all around
Whole lotta boats gettin' sent out (Hey, uh)

Bitch we outside, like it's nuttin' day
I got the AR and twin got the Drac'
I take shit berious, watch what you say
I feed the whole team, I don't need a plate
Bring me some herbs, I don't want no wock
Didn't listen to me, them niggas go pop
Pour up some tris' and pour up some wock
Money so old, I'm holdin' it hostage
Fuck that fake love, I don't need no buddy
Run up on me, and I'm droppin' your body
These niggas talk pussy, that nigga some stock
Poured up in the deuce, but we still got it poppin'
Get Rich Or Die Tryin', ain't no other options