Lyrics:
niggas tryna vibe
I'm in your mind
(This boy got a hit) , I'm in your mind
I'm in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind?
choking green by the pound
[Frayser Boy]
I'm rolling with the Three 6 let em peep this
Make the heat spit Leave em speechless
You don't won't no beef trick
Bang'em already knowing
Yu boys remind of some maggots yall da scum of the Earth
I do this rapping with a passion yall gone feel this verse
I got the city
All my guys still be carrying pistols
Run some plays then I tell you I miss you
You a queen but yo ex nigga hit you
If we catch 'em we solving the issue
this shit sweet 'til they get hit up with a hollow
Since a toddler, been a problem
Red dot 'em, bet I got 'em
Insane asylum, mama tried checkin' me
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
'm a wizard
Sharp as a razor on this fucking beat
Bitch don't ever fucking tell me to lay low
I'm a fucking menace
My life is a Hitchcock film and I be going
right
They gon miss me when I'm gone, I tell em to be strong
I'll be out here on my own
Mom & Daddy calling on the phone, asking when I'm coming home
But
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
pro up and I go distant on you
With some city shooters boy don't make me put a Piston on you
Play with us and watch how all yo niggas pop up missin
need no butt[01:37.57]He hang around me he got motion I ain't got to say hut (uh uh)[01:40.64]I ain't flashy plus I'm humble and I'm stupid
some change, put the range wit' the stained wood
Now chicks, they keep they eyes on me
Wanna grind on me
Haters plotting so I keep my nine on me
You
and they be callin' back,
Talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?".
And she had the nerve to tell me,
If I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless,
'm rich, boy, I'm wealthy
Let me hear you clap if you felt me
You already know what it is, yeah
You know how it goes, tell 'em turn off the stereo
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
them demons
Baba no baby this dick got her feenin
Off of the Jenny this shit got me leanin
Tryna run up nd I bet ima leave em
Bleed em
Let any nigga get
nothing at the house, I got it all on
Everybody used to be with me, now they all gone
Big boss drip you know how I'm rocking holmes
'04 Kobe Hiraches on
I
many hoes in this
Bitch ready to seize me
Please, put some faded purple on ur
Body, then we proceed next
Milli soon, go go golden
Got bigger hands but i
macchiatos because of me, someone call up Starbucks
Tell 'em cut the check
Was dealt the low hand like Lindsay had to cut the deck
Show some fucking respect
ain't gon' let 'em use me
I done put her heart inside my pocket, I ain't gon' never lose it
I done had to stand in front of the judge, and tell him I
huh)
Not at the W, save me some drama (Uh, huh)
I'm taking Ws, no I ain't not losing (Uh, huh)
Crank that gun like Soulja Boy, you (Uh, huh)
Smoke
give em respect
You're just repeating step 1
Don't wanna move to the next
Step in, let it show me how it should feel
Just a tad at the heels, too much
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