Mind

[verse 1] Im fresh to death and you know it This is your last shot don't blow it Chilling with your girl in the back and she hold it You don't even know it Chilling with my bro's in my bros gone roll it I ain't even smoking If you ain't with it you can go ahead and throw it We can get it going let's get it Brand-new Jay's with a brand new strap dressed all black in the back of the lac 3 to 4 girls and they all on my lap Get smacked to the back with a baseball bat fact I don't like snitches Lie to your face and then throw sneak disses If thats you better hurry up and fix it Type to lay in bed and snap chat fat women Listen Wishes Going down a well Damn you all probably lock me in a cell With a homie like you You and your crew Don't know how to act Don't know what to do And yes sir I'm riding dirty Bright and early 7 minus 4 add an O and that's 30 Girls always mad cuz they man want to hurt Me But if he come near me my homies gone murk him Don't lose your head X2