Blowin My Mind

[Hook] I’m in my 87 cutlass supreme, looking clean Smoking on that green while I lean And the weed smoke is blowing my mind (my mind my mind) And the swisher smoke is blowing my mind (my mind my mind) You can find me riding 85 north for the A Where the bitches fuck for riches and they see me getting paid And the ladies they be blowing my mind (my mind my mind) And these bitches they be blowing my mind (my mind my mind) So now I’m [Verse 1] Shining like the North Star, see me out on Pleasant Hill I may be out in Norcross, maybe up in Lawrenceville Still really ain't no tellin' where the fuck you gonna see me Maybe in Atlanta, see me partying on Beach Street Looking Japanese cause I been smoking on that green green Super clean clean, homie we be Sniffing shit like porn stars, partying like animals I drink then I pop more bars At night I pop a couple Adderalls All the bitches wanna get with this I’m pimping and my day straight Looking like she could have been a Playboy playmate Fuck her to the rhythm of the 808 bass Till you take pace, up in my [Hook] [Verse 2] Bumping DJ Burn One, looking like the white Dolemite Got candy on the outside, but the leather in it’s cocaine white My 15’s kicking down the street like it’s a stampede Waving at some bitches that I seen up in the Grand Prix Got to put some [?] on, I almost ran into a Camry Goddamn she, looking fancy Smelling like some pine trees, smoking with the windows up The cops are right behind me, pull me over they gon' fine my buzz So I hid it in my underwear, it’s reeking so much, this smell Guess I’m paranoid cause I just seen em make a quick left Accelerated on the pedal and I fishtailed And I exhaled, up in my [Hook] [Verse 3] Showing off, gold flakes in the paint job I’m rolling like a bowling ball Strike, knock em down, when they see me cruising All you hear is "oohs" and “aww”s and “wow”s I make motherfuckers bite like crocodiles Go ahead jock my style It’s all good, it’s impossible to be me Johnny Valiant, white bitch with me got titties like Foxy Brown So when they see me at the red light, you cansee her head lights I ain’t talking bout the European front four Bout to take her home and beat the pussy up Imma hit it like a gong or conga, bongo I done had my fun with you but now I got to run, ho Back up in the Cutlass, to roll it up Smokin' lookin like a locomotive Pullin' up at the local pub [Hook]