A LOT ON MY MIND

[Intro: Diorvsyou]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Hook: Diorvsyou]
I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
A lot on my mental
Yeah, little bitch I stay on my grind
Yeah, all of my diamonds they blind
Yeah they going mental
And I do this shit off the dome
Little nigga I don't need no pencil
Tryna run up we sending that shit to yo dome
Them bullets gone end you
Codeine in my double cup
Yeah I'm living life too slow, need VVs or better
I need a hoe cause the sweats be fucking the whole ?
Soon as we met 'em
Nigga suffice funny
Know its Ricky the pants and Dolcе the sweater
Dior badgе yeah capital denim
I know they mad, they get mad when I wear them
These niggas they hate, they mad that I'm winning
And I'm still counting cash, I'm hitting
And I'm not her man, I'm him
And I can't be mad at him
Might as well laugh at them
Counting more cash than him

[Verse 1: Terrance Escobar]
Aye, I got a lot on my mind
My bitch she thick as fuck and she a dime
That bitch got a lot on my line
I keep that glick on my side when I ride
I can not leave the house without my vibe
I'm rocking Ricky O all of the time
Ugh
Them niggas be claiming they doing that nasty shit
I'm mixing Margeilas and YSL habits bitch
I don't hear them talking them niggas irrelevant
Aye, yeah, 2 racks on my fit just to go to the grocery sto'
Rolling exotic, I'm smoking biscotti
These niggas they still smoke potes

[Verse 2: Diorvsyou]
And these niggas still ?
And yo bitch still under my post
I'm like 21 years old
She tryna fuck, I'm tryna go ghost
And I'm not tryna talk no more
Niggas not getting guap no more
Niggas always tryna talk about clothes
Niggas never tyna talk about hoes
Niggas never tyna talk about shows
I was born for this shit I was chose
My chain finna be rose golden
And I can't ?
Demons on my phone every morning
Like why you being out recording?
Give a fuck if its 3 in the morning
This what you signed up for and you know it
Put my whole life in this shit and I know it
I got these bad little thots and two foreigns
And I spent just like bands on me so I poured it
And I got these bands on me I'm important
Racks on ? shawty
?
My whip too fast and nigga I'm floating
?

[Hook: Diorvsyou]
I got a lot on my mind
I got a lot on my mind
A lot on my mental
Yeah, little bitch I stay on my grind
Yeah, all of my diamonds they blind
Yeah they going mental
And I do this shit off the dome
Little nigga I don't need no pencil
Tryna run up we sending that shit to yo dome
Them bullets gone end you
Codeine in my double cup
Yeah I'm living life too slow, need VVs or better
I need a hoe cause the sweats be fucking the whole ?
Soon as we met 'em
Nigga suffice funny
Know its Ricky the pants and Dolce the sweater
Dior badge yeah capital denim
I know they mad, they get mad when I wear them
These niggas they hate, they mad that I'm winning
And I'm still counting cash, I'm hitting
And I'm not her man, I'm him
And I can't be mad at him
Might as well laugh at them
Counting more cash than him