Don’t Mind

[Intro]
Uh
Stop leakin' nigga
Bah, bah, yeah
Ay, nah, for real, nigga

[Verse]
Uh, I ran up my money, spent that on a P
Wanna hop on a song, I might tax him a fee
Been telling them shits, they ain't fucking with Lee
Go through with that hot shit, make a nigga leave
Want a jam on the block, won't tap and delete
I don't diss on you niggas, I keep it discreet
First nigga I catch, I'ma fuck up his teeth
Niggas wasn't there when shit got deep
I don't fuck with you bitches, you bitches be gone
I get me a call, nigga, bet you I'm flowing
This is shit on the back, so I bet you it's blown
Nigga get locked for them cars, you don't know what you doing
Lil Lee going up, how the fuck do that sound?
I'm hot up in Germany, high off the ground
Your bitch on dick and she like how it sounds
Nigga try jump in that water, his dumb ass drown
Fuckin' with Prodigy, brodie be dragging like shit
She think that I need her, I need me some racks, and that what that bitch don't get
Niggas started hating on me 'cause I'm going up, they be mad as a bitch
But it's cool 'cause I'm riding with buffers, first nigga play dank, first nigga get hit
I was by myself, sitting alone
I might come with that Drac, shit'll fuck up your bones
Put a blood on the back, call me Lil Two-Tone
Bitch act like she right, but she know that she wrong
Nigga was high up, jamming and hop to the stu'
Nigga keep speaking on me, what the fuck did he do?
Nigga ain't geek for no bitch, I ain't nothing like you
Bitch get to throwin' me off, had to tell her I'm cool
Hot shit flyin', shit'll tap on your chest
Run that shit up, now I'm askin' what's next
Brody and Scoot got the blood in the neck
Keep sending them disses, I'ma fuck up your section
Bah, bah

[Outro]
Uh, nigga keep sending them disses, I'ma fuck up
Uh, nah, for real nigga
Damn