WHAT’S ON YO MIND

[Intro: ZayBang]
A nigga send me seven G's for a sixteen ([?] you made that shit slap)
I'd prolly have a couple M's if I ain't sip lean
This nigga trollin' on the net sippin' fake green
I had my first ten thou' when I was—

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop
Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots
Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock
A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot
I'm outside with all my chains, I give a fuck now
I know I shoulda came plain, but I went bust down
Call Yee, ask him for the drank, hope he say touchdown
And I been winnin' for too long, it can't be luck now

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
They know I'm bouncin' out on feet, I'm tryna catch a hat
Another sucker nigga dead, we finna run it back
Bitch, I was only thirteen tryna shoot the MAC
He play with Hi-Point 9's, what he gon' do with that?
A nigga send me seven G's for a sixteen
I'd prolly have a couple M's if I ain't sip lean
This nigga trollin' on the net sippin' fake green
I had my first ten thou' when I was eighteen

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop
Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots
Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock
A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot

[Verse 2: Lil Yee]
Ayy, slap-ass nigga, you tryna prove a point (You tryna prove a point)
We gon' roll you up some grabba, put him in a joint
I can never be quiet, I'm really the voice
How you talkin'? Name in black and white, you really the boys
Snitch killer, them the worst niggas I try to avoid
Drop a diss, get a nigga spilt, it's really your choice
Leave it in the field, early morning I'm bringin' it home
25K, one day, we spendin' that Chrome (Oh)
I think I'm gettin' better with age, this a one of one
Pour a four, two for two, the Sprite make my feelings numb (Yeah)
Glock 23, on my hip, this my favorite gun
Put a button on that bitch 'cause I had to
I heard them niggas think they run somethin', but the cash rules
If I was broke and all my friends were dead, I'd be mad too
Get your bro, tell 'em war stories, we didn't ask you
Go and chill out with all them tough eyes, I'll stamp you, dummy

[Interlude: Lil Yee]
Nigga, chill out with all that tough lookin' with your tough ass
Broke-ass nigga, prolly need a bus pass

[Verse 3: Lil Bean]
Yeah, yeah
Huh, light day, I didn't even put on all my chains
Young niggas, hoppin' out with masks look like Kane, huh
Dope boy, pops was sellin' 50's in the rain
Ain't the same, niggas tradin' teams like they Klay
Respect bro, before he bought a chain, he bought a crate, huh
Niggas playing, better tell 'em, go do somethin' safe
Out of town, I done spent a bag in MIA
Niggas hood famous, they don't even know you in the bank, huh
I got angels in the sky, I got hits I never drop
Nigga play with us, I bet this fire work like July
Even in the club, nigga got it on him like I'm Joc
Nowadays, shouldn't be the youngest nigga with a chop', huh
Thirty floors up, I can't hear the bullshit
I'm a taxpayer, I think I'm kinda past hood rich
I like model hoes, but I still fuck with hood bitches
Get your bag up, bet them hoes treat you lil different

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Ayy, look, what's on your mind? Bitch, money check my backdrop
Got her off the 1942, she gettin' backshots
Bitch, I be with real niggas, you a slap rock
A quarterback, carry the whole team and you a mascot
I'm outside with all my chains, I give a fuck now
I know I shoulda came plain, but I went bust down
Call Yee, ask him for the drank, hope he say touchdown
And I been winnin' for too long, it can't be luck now