No thoughts

(Intro – low voice, confident)

I don’t think, I just swipe.

I don’t blink, I just bite.

She don’t sing, she just ride…

And I don’t talk — I just slide.

(Woo!)

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(Verse 1 – Kendrick-style internal rhymes + Lil Pump flex)

Backseat thick, she twerkin’ in leather,

My teeth so cold, they changin’ the weather.

I got a Glock with a Louis V cover,

She call me “daddy,” I text back “whatever.”

I made a flip with a verse and a brick,

Now my wrist got a tick, and my fit got a zip.

That’s Moncler jacket with a TEC in the sleeve,

I don’t read tweets, I just flex and leave.

Pop two tags, then I pop two pills,

Walk too slow ‘cause the drip too real.

Say she loyal, I say “cool story,”

Now she topless in my inventory.

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(Chorus – dumb-smart repetitive with bounce)

CHAIN reaction, neck too froze,

Brain distracted, all these hoes.

Swervin’ in the coupe, too rich for laws,

No keys, no tags, no draws.

CHAIN reaction, broke boy cryin’,

I’m too high for the truth, stop tryin’.

If she leave, I let her go,

But the Birkin stay — that’s how it go.

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(Verse 2 – layered flows, schemes, and word flips)

Chain swing left like the votes don’t count,

I got racks like courts got counts.

New bitch curvy, old one wordy,

Blocked her quick — she too damn thirsty.

I sip dark with a dark-skinned goddess,

She roll woods while I sign deposits.

I don’t flex ‘cause I’m proud, I flex ’cause I’m petty,

My money so dumb it’s feelin’ heavy.

They post fake rich, I don’t post at all,

I just buy land and avoid that call.

She ask “what are we?” — I say “done.”

She said “you mean us?” — I said “none.”

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(Chorus – even harder, more bounce)

CHAIN reaction, racks on racks,

Spend it all, then get it back.

Chain so loud, can’t hear your cap,

Whip so clean, I don’t know gas.

CHAIN reaction, hoes on go,

I don’t cuff, I don’t console.

All this flex, no shame, no pause —

Just me, this Glock, and designer flaws.

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(Bridge – whispered)

Ten missed calls, she stressin’ bad…

I left her on read — like a Gucci tag.

Don’t love me, just love my bag…

I’m a walking sin in a penthouse pad.

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(Final Chorus – beat drop, full energy)

CHAIN reaction, wrist on bleach,

White so bright it hurt to speak.

Chain on spin, mind on mute,

And I still got beef with suits.

CHAIN reaction, broke get bitter,

But my hoes get fine and my chain get bigger.

Life this loud don’t come with laws,

So I do what I want — and that’s just cause