Mind Blown

[Intro]
Huh
Talkin' 'bout Glokk, you ain't talkin' 'bout (Frrt, frrt)

[Chorus]
What I say?
We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk
Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick
Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split
Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented
And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy
This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown
My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones
This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho

[Verse 1]
Don't play with MOB or none of them vamps, this shit they slide for
You was just all on the 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go?
Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa
Brothers posted at corner store
Yeah, this nigga ain't gang, this nigga get washed out just like Dial soap
Drank so red, my blood in it
Yeah, fucked 'round, put love in it
Yeah, drink up like fuck my kidney
Yeah, you know I stand on business
Huh, this lil' bitch done, she finished
Yeah, I fought my case with Findling
Glokk got big-ass knife in prison
Like you ridin' 'round, typin' sentence

[Chorus]
What I say?
We gon' get it back in blood, I'm out the mud, I took the risk
Yeah, my brodie got that pack, he throw more touchdowns than Kaepernick
Watch the way I break that bread down for my brothers like fraction split
Ain't know the bitch sucked dick like that, man, that goddamn ho so talented
And I'm so geeked up off this weed, I'm outer space, a galaxy
This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown
My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones
This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho

[Verse 2]
I drop pape' on them, that shit fall down on them like waterfall
Runnin' 'round with switches on that Glock, no muzzle, fuck your dog
Batman, I backdoor with niggas, wipe your whole damn catalog
This shit so crazy, this bitch, she suckin' dick in bathroom stalls
Walk around, flame on me, no pain, no gain, on God, I ain't gon' call the cops
Ain't playin' games with niggas, on gang, they play with me, they gon' feel that mop
Thirty on my Glock, I wet it the most at a goddamn pussy opp
Frr at an opp, catch his ass and make sure he don't walk

[Outro]
This Draco, this shit get your fuckin' mind blown
My money tall, I mixed Balenci' rhinestones
Them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', them boys get stepped on just like pinecones
This bitch went through my phone while I was sleep, I woke up wide, ho
Don't play with MOB or none of them vamps, this shit they slide for
You was just all on the 'Gram and postin' them Glocks, like where your iron go?
Fuck, we ain't payin' no fines, Whoa
Brothers posted at corner store
Yeah, this nigga ain't gang, this nigga get washed out just like Dial soap