Mind Right (feat. Warhol.SS) (Explicit)

Mind Right (feat. Warhol.SS) (Explicit) - Shoreline Mafia/Fenix Flexin/OhGeesy/Warhol.SS

Ace the face

Ron-Ron do that s**t

I just popped a Perc get my mind right

B***h I want some money not no lime light

Me and all my n***as we beyond tight

We ain't goin' back and forth b***h it's on sight

Ayy told that b***h Take yo' clothes off

Big 40 knock his nose off

She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head

My n***as in the County boy they eatin' bread

If a n***a try to play me we gon' leave him dead

I got tired of poppin' Molly so I'm poppin' meds

Ooh this a Oxy' all these n***as sweet like some toffee

Double cup n***a I ain't sippin' coffee

Play with us he get chipped like some Taki's

You don't f**k her how

I f**k her so she creepin' on you

I told my n***a P Dawg boy

They sleepin' on you

Glock-19 but it hold fifty

I gotta keep a stick 'cause it get sticky

Like a math quiz it gon' get tricky

I'm doin' *** with the b*h like I'm Bobby Whitney

Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls

Boy you n***as f**kin' stank hoes

I been f**kin' on yo' main ho

Keep it real that's the reason why you hate fo'

My Glock gay it give him facials

I got a white b***h named Rachel

When she f**kin' on me it's interracial

I'm 'bout my paper like a n***a went to Staples

You don't need a n***a 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

A*s fat you can make it clap huh

In a function n***a got your strap huh

We don't talk on the phone 'cause it's tapped bruh

Heard she don't give no head but that's cap bruh

Ay she be givin' n***as hella head

You done f**ked up the re-up on me hella bread

I done sipped me a fo' of that medicine

I remember back when they wouldn't let us in

Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in

I ain't the best n***a tell me who is better then

I rock Truey G-Star and the Vetements

They done f**ked up lames bring Berettas in

Walked in with pistolas

I pin a n***a 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 n***a I'm just older boy

Ayy yeah like I'm Soulja Boy

Still the same young n***a I'm just older boy

Ayy Ice on me b***h I'm froze up

I'm a joint in my city so she chose up

It cost like five n***a 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 d**e

And the n***a better watch for yo' ho

Two for ten we can get it at the store

And my dawg outta line 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 b***h on the X make her roll uh huh

In the Hellcat with the fog lights

Got these VVs on me givin' frostbite

Brought your b***h through she givin' head all night

Ridin' real foreign's got the name on the exhaust pipe

We got choppas in the truck like the SWAT team

Slime down the runway we will leave ya' block clean

Ridin' with them 30s in the rack we the Glock team

Shorty got a 40 in the back and it's not clean

Tell a n***a Cash out I'ma leave him a*s out

P***y n***a spoke he ain't ever seen the crack house

Cali with the vibes and we

Even got the back house

We apply the pressure to a n***a he get packed out

Hit a n***a spot 'lil n***a where the safe at

Leave a n***a dead now we see

Him where the tapes at stretch fast

When I beat a b***h I be lookin' for a latex

Growin' out the trap so you know you made the case stretch

Ace the face

Ron-Ron do that s**t