SHORELINE MAFIA, fenix flexin, OhGeesy, WARHOL.SS - Mind Right feat. Warhol.SS

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AceTheFace
Ron-Ron do that shit
I just popped a Perc, get my mind right (Mind right)
Bitch, I want some money, not no lime light (Lime light)
Me and all my niggas, we beyond tight ('Yond tight)
We ain’t goin' back and forth, bitch, it’s on sight (On sight)
Ayy, told that bitch «Take yo clothes off"(Take yo clothes off)
Big .40 knock his nose off (Big .40, nigga)
She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head (I want some head)
My niggas in the county, boy, they eatin' bread (Eatin' bread)
If a nigga try to play me, we gon' leave him dead (Leave him dead)
I got tired of poppin' Molly so I’m poppin' meds (Poppin' meds)
Ooh, this a Oxy, all these niggas sweet like some toffee (Like some toffee)
Double cup, nigga, I ain’t sippin' coffee (Sippin' lean)
Play with us, he get chipped like some Taki’s (He get chipped)
You don’t fuck how I fuck so she creepin' on you (Bitch)
I told my nigga P Dawg «Boy, they sleepin' on you"(Sleepin' on you)
Glock-19 but it hold fifty, I gotta keep a stick 'cause it get sticky (Sticky)
Like a math quiz, it gon' get tricky, I’m doin' drugs with a bitch like I’m
Bobby Whitney (Ooh)
Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls (Bank rolls)
Boy, you niggas fuckin' stank hoes (Stank hoes)
I been fuckin' on yo main ho (On yo main bitch)
Keep it real, that’s the reason why you hate for (What you hatin' for?)
My Glock gay, it give him facials (Give him facials)
I got a white bitch named Rachel (White bitch)
When she fuckin' on me it’s interracial (Interracial)
I’m 'bout my paper like a nigga went to Staples (Racks)
You don’t need a nigga? Raise your hands up
You with your best friend, then you finna dance up
They playin' City Girls, so you finna act up
Drop it down to the floor, I throw them bands up
Ass fat, you gon' make it clap, huh?
In a function, nigga, got your strap, huh?
We don’t talk on the phone, 'cause it’s tapped, bruh
Heard she don’t get 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
Adam sent me a four of that medicine
I remember way back they wouldn’t let us in
Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in
I ain’t the best, nigga, tell me who is better then?
I rock Truey, G Star and the Vetements
They done fucked up, bring Berettas in
Walked in with pistolas
I paint a nigga red like Crayola
I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya
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 me, 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 mighty codeine and some dope (Gang, gang)
And the nigga better watch for yo ho (Yeah)
Two for ten, we can get it at the store (At the store)
And my dawg outta line on the lows (On the lows)
22 up in the city for the bowls, yeah, yeah
Countin' money so we keep the trap closed, yeah, yeah
Ain’t no comin' on the block, you payed a toll, uh-huh
And that bitch on the X, make her roll, uh-huh
In the Hellcat with the fog lights (Fog)
Got these VV’s on me, givin' frostbite (VV's)
Brought your bitch through, she givin' head all night (Bitch)
Ridin' real foreign’s, got the name on the exhaust pipe (Skrt, skrt)
We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team
Slime down the runway, we will leave ya block clean (Bah, bah)
Ridin' with two .30's in the, we the Glock team (Bah, bah)
Shotty got a .40 in the back and it’s not clean (Bah, bah)
Tell a nigga «Cash out», I’ma leave him ass out
Pussy nigga spook, he ain’t ever seen the crack house
vibes and we even got the back house (Back house)
We apply the pressure to a nigga, he get packed out (Packed out)
Hit a nigga spot, 'lil nigga, where the safe at? (Safe at)
Leave a nigga dead, now we see him where the tapes at, stretch fast
When I beat a bitch, I be lookin' for a latex
Growin' out the trap, so you know you made the cake stretch (Cake)
AceTheFace
Ron-Ron do that shit