Not Klyde - Thot Thoughts lyrics
[Not Klyde - Thot Thoughts lyrics]
Why don't you ever call me no more?
Ayo, I said it in "Gun Sounds"
Stop calling my phone, you not listening?
Uh, yeah
But I didn't think you were serious!
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Yeah)
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?
He said, "How you gon' shoot through
Yo' own thoughts?"
Shawty hit the DM like, "Ooh, blocked"
Catty wit' the baddie
She told me that she was ready
I'm steady up in the scripture like, "Hmmm
Nah" baby, baby, I'm celibate
Celebrate my honey when the ring come (Ooh)
Locked, the I do the you do
After the party we do, "He said I
Do, the you do the I do, Huh?"
I got like a milli when I go around the city
Got an itty bitty baddie like
"Vroom vroom!" (Buh buh-buh)
Got me like I'm Ahri
I be zoomin' through the lobby
Buckled in the Maserati like
"Vroom vroom!" tryna hit the beeper
It be goin' to the speaker
I be lookin' at the screen like
"Who are you?"
"Wait a minute, who are you?"
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Right) "Why you ain't text back?" (Huh?)
I couldn't talk, I couldn't ring
I be pushing the block (I couldn't)
I couldn't check back
I couldn't respond, baby, don't call
Lust call ringin', don't pick up the phone
Thots outdoors, but when you be alone
The thot thoughts callin'
Can't hang up the dome
The thot thoughts callin' like-
Clay Graduation not Klyde
Gun Sounds not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew, pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?
Ayo, I said it in "Gun Sounds"
Stop calling my phone, you not listening?
Uh, yeah
But I didn't think you were serious!
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum (Yeah)
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?
He said, "How you gon' shoot through
Yo' own thoughts?"
Shawty hit the DM like, "Ooh, blocked"
Catty wit' the baddie
She told me that she was ready
I'm steady up in the scripture like, "Hmmm
Nah" baby, baby, I'm celibate
Celebrate my honey when the ring come (Ooh)
Locked, the I do the you do
After the party we do, "He said I
Do, the you do the I do, Huh?"
I got like a milli when I go around the city
Got an itty bitty baddie like
"Vroom vroom!" (Buh buh-buh)
Got me like I'm Ahri
I be zoomin' through the lobby
Buckled in the Maserati like
"Vroom vroom!" tryna hit the beeper
It be goin' to the speaker
I be lookin' at the screen like
"Who are you?"
"Wait a minute, who are you?"
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Right) "Why you ain't text back?" (Huh?)
I couldn't talk, I couldn't ring
I be pushing the block (I couldn't)
I couldn't check back
I couldn't respond, baby, don't call
Lust call ringin', don't pick up the phone
Thots outdoors, but when you be alone
The thot thoughts callin'
Can't hang up the dome
The thot thoughts callin' like-
Clay Graduation not Klyde
Gun Sounds not Klyde
Ants in My Pants not Klyde
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?
She said, "Why you ain't call back?"
(Huh?) i couldn't talk
(What) , I couldn't text back
No more shootin' my shot, writer's block
Lust call, I couldn't FaceTime
Leave you on read (Brr)
Meaning you past tense
No lust call for the past time
Shootin' down thots (Pew, pew)
But how you gon' shoot
Through yo' own head?
How you gon' shoot down thoughts?