My mind got lost like a mother f*cker
1 7
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest hang time
Phone can't be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines, still be onna grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
You pumping iron
We toting iron
Lost the wrong ones & I lost my mind
Could've nutted in a baddie but Z's had my mind
Saying the wrong things a get em broke down
I be everywhere but you'll never ever see me round
Smoking out the pound
Snowballs got me off the ground
Heard em talking bout the count
So we took him down & spread it out
C.O.D shit hidden in the couch
Never change or switched a route
More than 2 plans to make it out
I still got in a drought
I'm that flame you can't put out
Talking zipper a nigga mouth
Shooting 3's Ik the scouting
Standing taller than mountain
Count paper bounty hunters around me
Fuel me up when people doubting me
Softest niggas always shouting
Army shit to calm down em down quick
I feel like mike lowery sometimes i like to carry 2 blicks
She loving that the crew lit
Every time I pop out
These hoes on my dick
I kept a list to make em too sick
& we a dig a nigga ditch
He can't be getting buckets he shooting bricks
& you'll see me first any list
She locking eyes she know im him
So Imma one night this nigga bitch
Gang iced out on the neck & wrist
I'm a diamond in the rough
They just don't make em like this
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest high time
Phone cant be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines
Still be on grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
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My mind got lost like a mother f*cker
1 7
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest hang time
Phone can't be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines, still be onna grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
You pumping iron
We toting iron
Lost the wrong ones & I lost my mind
Could've nutted in a baddie but Z's had my mind
Saying the wrong things a get em broke down
I be everywhere but you'll never ever see me round
Smoking out the pound
Snowballs got me off the ground
Heard em talking bout the count
So we took him down & spread it out
C.O.D shit hidden in the couch
Never change or switched a route
More than 2 plans to make it out
I still got in a drought
I'm that flame you can't put out
Talking zipper a nigga mouth
Shooting 3's Ik the scouting
Standing taller than mountain
Count paper bounty hunters around me
Fuel me up when people doubting me
Softest niggas always shouting
Army shit to calm down em down quick
I feel like mike lowery sometimes i like to carry 2 blicks
She loving that the crew lit
Every time I pop out
These hoes on my dick
I kept a list to make em too sick
& we a dig a nigga ditch
He can't be getting buckets he shooting bricks
& you'll see me first any list
She locking eyes she know im him
So Imma one night this nigga bitch
Gang iced out on the neck & wrist
I'm a diamond in the rough
They just don't make em like this
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest high time
Phone cant be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines
Still be on grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
1 7
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest hang time
Phone can't be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines, still be onna grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
You pumping iron
We toting iron
Lost the wrong ones & I lost my mind
Could've nutted in a baddie but Z's had my mind
Saying the wrong things a get em broke down
I be everywhere but you'll never ever see me round
Smoking out the pound
Snowballs got me off the ground
Heard em talking bout the count
So we took him down & spread it out
C.O.D shit hidden in the couch
Never change or switched a route
More than 2 plans to make it out
I still got in a drought
I'm that flame you can't put out
Talking zipper a nigga mouth
Shooting 3's Ik the scouting
Standing taller than mountain
Count paper bounty hunters around me
Fuel me up when people doubting me
Softest niggas always shouting
Army shit to calm down em down quick
I feel like mike lowery sometimes i like to carry 2 blicks
She loving that the crew lit
Every time I pop out
These hoes on my dick
I kept a list to make em too sick
& we a dig a nigga ditch
He can't be getting buckets he shooting bricks
& you'll see me first any list
She locking eyes she know im him
So Imma one night this nigga bitch
Gang iced out on the neck & wrist
I'm a diamond in the rough
They just don't make em like this
Bust his bitch down from back & call it game time
Dunking on these nigga I think I greatest high time
Phone cant be on dnd cuz the money always the line
This cup dirty with 4 lines
Still be on grind
They hate you when you shine
Wifey that's yo bitch, oh that's a hoe she one of mine
Writer: Tyrece Barnes
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