Mind on a Milli
Gunna, Hoodrich Pablo Juan
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Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? Wheezy Beats If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Ridin' with the motherfuckin’ semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches It say 230 on the dash Drivin' real fast, I'ma speed with no limit No, we ain't going out sad 30 rounds in my bag for these f*ck niggas envy I be gettin' higher than a tree Still stacking racks, money all that I need Still selling pounds of that weed I leave 'em with the bro, when I’m goin' overseas 'Fore I bust it open, shit was already reekin' We can sip the lean, pop the X, really geekin' And I’m rocking water like ice, I could freeze it When your bitch land, I'ma book her at Four Seasons Niggas hatin' on the kid for no reason Gunna drip sauce, let her spring it like the season Rockin' Off White when I’m walkin' in the meeting A nigga flyin' kites down the road, they some demons Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater I only f*ck her once or twice, then, nigga, I'ma leave her I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a liter I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up Chanel on, still can’t see us Nigga, send 'em back, countin' money with my feet up I been sendin' racks to my cuz on the kiosk I'ma send that pack down the road, 'til you get out Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth I been puttin' the shit up at the hizzouse Drippin' on these bitches through a drizzought Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Ridin' with the motherfuckin’ semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches It say 230 on the dash Drivin' real fast, I'ma speed with no limit No, we ain't going out sad 30 rounds in my bag for these f*ck niggas envy Flyin' a jet, ride foreign, I do that Hundred thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag Saint Laurent, kickin' these bitches like “Who that?” Rich nigga came from the hood, but you knew that Ice on my neck, it look like a sleet Plain Jane band on an iced out Patek Don't cuff that hoe, she a freak I’m up gettin' money, don’t know how to sleep I fucked that lil' bitch and I fucked up the sheets Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree Mind on a milli', ain't thinking 'bout enemies Shoot a nigga down like J. F. Kennedy Sellin' chickens, you can come get a 10 piece Jumped out the plane with the Fendi Jumped in the foreign with the semi Baby Draco hold a 50 Nigga, it's on me and it's in me Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Ridin' with the motherfuckin’ semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches It say 230 on the dash Drivin' real fast, I'ma speed with no limit No, we ain't going out sad 30 rounds in my bag for these f*ck niggas envy Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Ridin' with the motherfuckin’ semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I’ll park it in the trenches It say 230 on the dash Drivin' real fast, I'ma speed with no limit No, we ain't going out sad 30 rounds in my bag for these f*ck niggas envy
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Written by: Hoodrich Pablo Juan, Leland Tyler Wayne, Pi'erre Bourne, Sergio Kitchens, Wesley Tyler Glass
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