Mind Blown

Lyrics

[Intro] Huh Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout (Frrt, frrt) [Chorus] What I say? We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho [Verse 1] Don't play with MOB or nonе of them vamps, this shit they slide for You was just all on thе 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go? Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa Brothers posted at corner store Yeah, this nigga ain't gang, this nigga get washed out just like Dial soap Drank so red, my blood in it Yeah, fucked 'round, put love in it Yeah, drink up like fuck my kidney Yeah, you know I stand on business Huh, this lil' bitch done, she finished Yeah, I fought my case with Findling Glokk got big-ass knife in prison Like you ridin' 'round, typin' sentence [Chorus] What I say? We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho [Verse 2] I drop pape' on them, that shit fall down on them like waterfall Runnin' 'round with switches on that Glock, no muzzle, fuck your dog Batman, I backdoor with niggas, wipe your whole damn catalog This shit so crazy, this bitch, she suckin' dick in bathroom stalls Walk around, flame on me, no pain, no gain, on God, I ain't gon' call the cops Ain't playin' games with niggas, on gang, they play with me, they gon' feel that mop Thirty on my Glock, I wet it the most at a goddamn pussy opp Frr at an opp, catch his ass and make sure he don't walk [Outro] This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho Don't play with MOB or none of them vamps, this shit they slide for You was just all on the 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go? Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa Brothers posted at corner store Yeah, this nigga ain't gang, this nigga get washed out just like Dial soap