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Mind Right (feat. Warhol.SS)

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Ron-Ron do that shit

I just popped a Perc, get my mind right

B**h, I want some money, not no lime light

Me and all my niggas, we beyond tight

We ain't goin' back and forth, b**h, it's on sight

Ayy, told that b**h "Take yo' clothes off"

Big .40 knock his nose off

She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head

My niggas in the county, boy, they eatin' bread

If a n**a try to play me, we gon' leave him dead

I got tired of poppin' Molly so I'm poppin' meds

Ooh, this a Oxy', all these niggas sweet like some toffee

Double cup, n**a, I ain't sippin' coffee

Play with us, he get chipped like some Taki's

You don't f**k her how I f**k her, so she creepin' on you

I told my n**a, P Dawg, "boy, they sleepin' on you"

Glock-19 but it hold fifty, I gotta keep a stick 'cause it get sticky

Like a math quiz, it gon' get tricky

I'm doin' drugs with the b**h like I'm Bobby Whitney

Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls

Boy, you niggas f**n' stank h**s

I been f**n' on yo' main ho

Keep it real, that's the reason why you hate fo'

My Glock gay, it give him facials

I got a white b**h named Rachel

When she f**n' on me it's interracial

I'm 'bout my paper like a n**a went to Staples

You don't need a n**a? Raise your hands up

You with your best friend, then you finna dance up

They playin' City Girls, so you finna act up

Drop it down to the floor, I throw them bands up

Ass fat, you can make it clap, huh?

In a function, n**a, got your strap, huh?

We don't talk on the phone, 'cause it's tapped, bruh

Heard she don't give no head but that's cap, bruh

Ay, she be givin' niggas hella head

You done f**d up the re-up on me, hella bread

I done sipped me a fo' of that medicine

I remember back when they wouldn't let us in

Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in

I ain't the best, n**a, tell me who is better then?

I rock Truey, G-Star and the Vetements

They done f**d up, lames bring Berettas in

Walked in with pistolas

I pin a n**a red like Crayola

I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya'

Brand new BAPE kicks like I'm Soulja

Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy

Still the same young n**a, I'm just older, boy

Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy

Still the same young n**a, I'm just older, boy

Ayy, Ice on me, b**h, I'm froze up

I'm a joint in my city, so she chose up

It cost like five n**a, pour a four up

And I just poured two, so I'm slowed up

I can't pop me no Percs, I'ma throw up

It's goin' down, baby girl, we finna go up

She put her lips on my d**k 'cause I blowed up

And I got ten bands when I showed up

I got mighty c**e and some dope

And the n**a better watch for yo' ho

Two for ten, we can get it at the store

And my dawg outta line on the lows

22 up in the city for the bowls, yeah, yeah

Countin' money so we keep the trap closed, yeah, yeah

Ain't no comin' on the block, you payed a toll, uh-huh

And that b**h on the X, make her roll, uh-huh

In the Hellcat with the fog lights

Got these VVs on me, givin' frostbite

Brought your b**h through, she givin' head all night

Ridin' real foreign's, got the name on the exhaust pipe

We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team

Slime down the runway, we will leave ya' block clean

Ridin' with them 30s in the rack, we the Glock team

Shorty got a 40 in the back and it's not clean

Tell a n**a "Cash out, " I'ma leave him ass out

P**y n**a spoke, he ain't ever seen the crack house

Cali with the vibes and we even got the back house

We apply the pressure to a n**a, he get packed out

Hit a n**a spot, 'lil n**a, where the safe at?

Leave a n**a dead, now we see him where the tapes at, stretch fast

When I beat a b**h, I be lookin' for a latex

Growin' out the trap, so you know you made the case stretch

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Ron-Ron do that shit

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