Mind Right (feat. Warhol.SS) E

Ace the face. Ron-Ron do that shit. I just popped a Perc, get my mind right Bitch, I want some money, not no limelight Me And all my niggas, we beyond tight Me ain't Goin' back and forth, bitch, it's on sight Ayy, Told that bitch take your clothes off Big.40, knock his nose off She want a Gucci purse, but I want some head My niggas In the county, boy, they If a nigga try to play me, we gon' Leave him I got tired of poppin' mollies, so I'm poppin' meds Ooh, this a Oxy. All these niggas sweet like some Tootsie Double cup, Nigga, I ain't sippin' coffee Play with us, He get chipped like some Takis You don't fuck How I fuck her, so she creepin' on you I told my nigga Peto, 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 bitch like I'm Bobby Witten Feelin' flexy, countin' bankrolls Boy, You niggas fuckin' stank hoes I been fuckin' on your main hoe Keep it Real, that's the reason why you hate, foе My Glock gay, it givin' facials I got a white Bitch namе Rachel When she fuckin' on me, It's interracial I'm 'bout my paper like a nigga Went to Staples Ayy, ayy, You don't need a Nigga, raise your hands up. You with your best friend and he finna dance Up. They playin' City Girls, so you finna act Up. Drop it down to the floor, throw them Bands up. Ass fat, you can make it clap, Huh? In the function, nigga 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. Ayy, she be givin' niggas hella head. You done fucked up the re-up on me, hella Bread. I done sipped me a four with that Medicine. I remember back when they wouldn't let in. Now they tryna drop a bag just to get In. I ain't the best nigga, tell me who Is better then. I rock True Religion store and The Vetements. They done fucked up, lame bring Berettas in. Walked in with pistolas. I paint a nigga red like Crayola. I been sippin' on that red, thought I told You. Brand new Bape kicks like I'm Soulja. Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy. Still the same young nigga, I'm just older, boy. Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy. Still the same young nigga, I'm just older, boy. Ayy, ice on, bitch, I'm froze up. I'm a Jordan in my city, so she chose Up. It cost like five, nigga 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 dick 'cause I blowed up. And I got ten bands when I showed up, I got molly, codeine, and some Dope Tell a nigga better watch for your hoe Two for ten, we can get it at the Store And my dawg got a line on the Lows Only tour up in the city for the Bowls Countin' money, so we keep the trap closed And comin' on the block, you pay the toll Put a bitch on that X, make her roll In the Hellcat with the fog lights Got these VVs on me, givin' frostbite. Brought your bitch through, she givin' head all Night. Ridin' real foreigns, got the name on the Exhaust pipe. Yeah, we got choppers in the trunk Like the SWAT team. Slidin' down the one-way, we'll Leave your block clean. Ridin' with them thirties in The rack, we Glock team. Shawty got a forty in her back and it's Not clean. Tell a nigga cash out, I'ma leave Him ass out. Boy, your nigga spooky, he ain't Never seen a crack house. Countin' rubber bands we even got the back house. We apply the pressure to a nigga, he get Packed out. Pay the nigga spot, lil' nigga, where The safe at? Leave a nigga dead, now we Seein' what the tape say. Straight facts. When I beat a bitch, I be lookin' for A latex. Born the trap, so you know you Made the cake stretch Ace the face. Ron-Ron do that shit.