WHAT’S ON YO MIND

Lyrics

[Intro: ZayBang] A nigga send me seven G's for a sixteen ([?] you made that shit slap) I'd prolly have a couple M's if I ain't sip lean This nigga trollin' on the net sippin' fake green I had my first ten thou' when I was— [Chorus: ZayBang] Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot I'm outside with all my chains, I give a fuck now I know I shoulda came plain, but I went bust down Call Yee, ask him for the drank, hope he say touchdown And I been winnin' for too long, it can't be luck now [Verse 1: ZayBang] They know I'm bouncin' out on feet, I'm tryna catch a hat Another sucker nigga dead, we finna run it back Bitch, I was only thirteen tryna shoot the MAC He play with Hi-Point 9's, what he gon' do with that? A nigga send mе seven G's for a sixteen I'd prolly have a couplе M's if I ain't sip lean This nigga trollin' on the net sippin' fake green I had my first ten thou' when I was eighteen [Chorus: ZayBang] Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot [Verse 2: Lil Yee] Ayy, slap-ass nigga, you tryna prove a point (You tryna prove a point) We gon' roll you up some grabba, put him in a joint I can never be quiet, I'm really the voice How you talkin'? Name in black and white, you really the boys Snitch killer, them the worst niggas I try to avoid Drop a diss, get a nigga spilt, it's really your choice Leave it in the field, early morning I'm bringin' it home 25K, one day, we spendin' that Chrome (Oh) I think I'm gettin' better with age, this a one of one Pour a four, two for two, the Sprite make my feelings numb (Yeah) Glock 23, on my hip, this my favorite gun Put a button on that bitch 'cause I had to I heard them niggas think they run somethin', but the cash rules If I was broke and all my friends were dead, I'd be mad too Get your bro, tell 'em war stories, we didn't ask you Go and chill out with all them tough eyes, I'll stamp you, dummy [Interlude: Lil Yee] Nigga, chill out with all that tough lookin' with your tough ass Broke-ass nigga, prolly need a bus pass [Verse 3: Lil Bean] Yeah, yeah Huh, light day, I didn't even put on all my chains Young niggas, hoppin' out with masks look like Kane, huh Dope boy, pops was sellin' 50's in the rain Ain't the same, niggas tradin' teams like they Klay Respect bro, before he bought a chain, he bought a crate, huh Niggas playing, better tell 'em, go do somethin' safe Out of town, I done spent a bag in MIA Niggas hood famous, they don't even know you in the bank, huh I got angels in the sky, I got hits I never drop Nigga play with us, I bet this fire work like July Even in the club, nigga got it on him like I'm Joc Nowadays, shouldn't be the youngest nigga with a chop', huh Thirty floors up, I can't hear the bullshit I'm a taxpayer, I think I'm kinda past hood rich I like model hoes, but I still fuck with hood bitches Get your bag up, bet them hoes treat you lil different [Chorus: ZayBang] Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot I'm outside with all my chains, I give a fuck now I know I shoulda came plain, but I went bust down Call Yee, ask him for the drank, hope he say touchdown And I been winnin' for too long, it can't be luck now