Mind Tricks Video (MV)
Performed By: Conway the Machine
Featuring: KNDRX, Wun Two
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Cory Andrew Kennedy, Demond Price, Jan Vetter
Conway the Machine - Mind Tricks Lyrics
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It's f*ckin' spooky, nigga
Yeah (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh (May Block, pussy)
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (boom-boom)
Hollow tips, send 'em clips to Maxfields (boom-boom)
Lot of drip when I swim through Maxfield (drip)
Spent a bag and I got a sack still
Twist my wrist and I got it back still
You don't know how five hundred racks feel
He a snitch, what you with that rat still? (Huh?)
How is that real, my nigga? (F*ck outta here)
Shit, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
I can't believe that they switched on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (they put a hit on me?)
Damn, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
Damn, I can't believe they tried to switch on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real (boom-boom)
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled
Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (uh-uh)
Yeah
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It's f*ckin' spooky, nigga
Yeah (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh (May Block, pussy)
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (boom-boom)
Hollow tips, send 'em clips to Maxfields (boom-boom)
Lot of drip when I swim through Maxfield (drip)
Spent a bag and I got a sack still
Twist my wrist and I got it back still
You don't know how five hundred racks feel
He a snitch, what you with that rat still? (Huh?)
How is that real, my nigga? (F*ck outta here)
Shit, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
I can't believe that they switched on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (they put a hit on me?)
Damn, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
Damn, I can't believe they tried to switch on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real (boom-boom)
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled
Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (uh-uh)
Yeah
Yeah (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh (May Block, pussy)
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled (boom-boom)
Hollow tips, send 'em clips to Maxfields (boom-boom)
Lot of drip when I swim through Maxfield (drip)
Spent a bag and I got a sack still
Twist my wrist and I got it back still
You don't know how five hundred racks feel
He a snitch, what you with that rat still? (Huh?)
How is that real, my nigga? (F*ck outta here)
Shit, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
I can't believe that they switched on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (they put a hit on me?)
Damn, sometimes my mind's playin' tricks on me (tricks on me)
I can't go to sleep without that blick on me (without that blick on me)
Damn, I can't believe they tried to switch on me (they switched on me)
I heard they tryna put a hit on me (yeah)
Thirty shots, right hand, stir the pot
May Street murder block, that's real, uh
Got the muzzle on the Glocks
Murder opps, murder cops, that's real (boom-boom)
Play with me, you'll get your cap peeled
Hollow tips send 'em clips to Maxfields (uh-uh)
Yeah
Writer: Cory Andrew Kennedy, Demond Price, Jan Vetter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.