Hit it for the south side
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never go tame
No fame looking ass
All you rappers just praying that I'd never come back
Gonna drop a hurricane
Got planes of my stash
Gotta smoke sack
I got a thicky who's tricky and won't let me cum on her back
Count it Rick Lax
I went from being a stoner and loner to killing a track
Jersey intact
Born in the north side of town but the south side done gave me a pact
Now I spit facts
Don't need to hear your new shit cause I already know that shit trash
Wack
You rappers ain't spitting new bars
Cap
I float like I came in from Mars
Savv
Now I'm never resting on new found deppression I gotta go seal up the bag
Sack
Now brothers sip codeine while I hit the low scene and smoke a few blunts on my track
Zack
I'm all in her mouth gotta put it down south now my dick is the 'tic for her 'tacs
Ack
These white bitches looking like plastic
I've been running for AID like I'm Magic
Now my Johnson's the only one clapping
So don't stand and applaud for the Maverick's
Now I'm counting these dollars these tactics
I done f*cked your main bitch just for practice
You would know if you heard my first smash hit
Off the back of my racks like a cash hit
Now I'm funding stocks getting stacks bitch
I ain't really ready for this rap shit
I'm a demon bleeding out my last rip
So don't even trash me on my last fit
I got bitches pouring out my DMs
But I got a wifey I don't need them
You a 6 to 8
All my Gs 10
I'mma miss some shots just to resend
Welcome to my nightmare
Hi I am Mister Mind
I'm the one they talk about online
Cause I'm super fine
Shake your shit like the Monsuma lime
She wanna pay for the dick like a fine
I do not confide by your rhymes
Black and white on my diamonds
I got mine
Watch your mouth
Cause a bullet might choke you
You gone sound like
"What the f*ck you finna do
You ain't hard enough"
My dick like a charter bus
Took your bitch to Wendy's
My diamonds got some nuggets
I drip with lots of blue cheese
And I'm done
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Hit it for the south side
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never go tame
No fame looking ass
All you rappers just praying that I'd never come back
Gonna drop a hurricane
Got planes of my stash
Gotta smoke sack
I got a thicky who's tricky and won't let me cum on her back
Count it Rick Lax
I went from being a stoner and loner to killing a track
Jersey intact
Born in the north side of town but the south side done gave me a pact
Now I spit facts
Don't need to hear your new shit cause I already know that shit trash
Wack
You rappers ain't spitting new bars
Cap
I float like I came in from Mars
Savv
Now I'm never resting on new found deppression I gotta go seal up the bag
Sack
Now brothers sip codeine while I hit the low scene and smoke a few blunts on my track
Zack
I'm all in her mouth gotta put it down south now my dick is the 'tic for her 'tacs
Ack
These white bitches looking like plastic
I've been running for AID like I'm Magic
Now my Johnson's the only one clapping
So don't stand and applaud for the Maverick's
Now I'm counting these dollars these tactics
I done f*cked your main bitch just for practice
You would know if you heard my first smash hit
Off the back of my racks like a cash hit
Now I'm funding stocks getting stacks bitch
I ain't really ready for this rap shit
I'm a demon bleeding out my last rip
So don't even trash me on my last fit
I got bitches pouring out my DMs
But I got a wifey I don't need them
You a 6 to 8
All my Gs 10
I'mma miss some shots just to resend
Welcome to my nightmare
Hi I am Mister Mind
I'm the one they talk about online
Cause I'm super fine
Shake your shit like the Monsuma lime
She wanna pay for the dick like a fine
I do not confide by your rhymes
Black and white on my diamonds
I got mine
Watch your mouth
Cause a bullet might choke you
You gone sound like
"What the f*ck you finna do
You ain't hard enough"
My dick like a charter bus
Took your bitch to Wendy's
My diamonds got some nuggets
I drip with lots of blue cheese
And I'm done
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never go tame
No fame looking ass
All you rappers just praying that I'd never come back
Gonna drop a hurricane
Got planes of my stash
Gotta smoke sack
I got a thicky who's tricky and won't let me cum on her back
Count it Rick Lax
I went from being a stoner and loner to killing a track
Jersey intact
Born in the north side of town but the south side done gave me a pact
Now I spit facts
Don't need to hear your new shit cause I already know that shit trash
Wack
You rappers ain't spitting new bars
Cap
I float like I came in from Mars
Savv
Now I'm never resting on new found deppression I gotta go seal up the bag
Sack
Now brothers sip codeine while I hit the low scene and smoke a few blunts on my track
Zack
I'm all in her mouth gotta put it down south now my dick is the 'tic for her 'tacs
Ack
These white bitches looking like plastic
I've been running for AID like I'm Magic
Now my Johnson's the only one clapping
So don't stand and applaud for the Maverick's
Now I'm counting these dollars these tactics
I done f*cked your main bitch just for practice
You would know if you heard my first smash hit
Off the back of my racks like a cash hit
Now I'm funding stocks getting stacks bitch
I ain't really ready for this rap shit
I'm a demon bleeding out my last rip
So don't even trash me on my last fit
I got bitches pouring out my DMs
But I got a wifey I don't need them
You a 6 to 8
All my Gs 10
I'mma miss some shots just to resend
Welcome to my nightmare
Hi I am Mister Mind
I'm the one they talk about online
Cause I'm super fine
Shake your shit like the Monsuma lime
She wanna pay for the dick like a fine
I do not confide by your rhymes
Black and white on my diamonds
I got mine
Watch your mouth
Cause a bullet might choke you
You gone sound like
"What the f*ck you finna do
You ain't hard enough"
My dick like a charter bus
Took your bitch to Wendy's
My diamonds got some nuggets
I drip with lots of blue cheese
And I'm done
Writer: Grayson LaBar
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid