Mindless
If it ain't about a bag
I ain't getting to attached
I don't even want my name with it
Twin Mac 11's came with it
Wet his shirt I put a stain on it
I'm in the game that's what came with it
I been doing it since a youngin'
I took the tool and put the drum in
Rig the game that's how we coming
Rig the game that's how we coming
Nigga
I need my money hit the cash app
Before I turn this shit to Baghdad
Lord forgive me ima black out
Mac 11 when I back out
We aint really for the talking
We gon run in your apartment
Before you know it get to sparking
Leave your neighborhood in silence
They got make me go retarded
Get a young nigga started
With them niggas I be wildin'
With them demons and the goblins
They be ready for the violence
You won't see me throw the towel in
I just want that money piling
I can flip it without trying
Yea
And when it come to them hunnits I want it bad
And when it come to my music I'm in my bag
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Don't put my dick in these bitches
I'm trying to run up them digits and make it last
I had to cope with the pain to get it back
This the life of the lonely don't gotta ask
I'm bout snap for the shit that I never had
I'm so mindless
I'm moving so mindless
I move mindless
Moving so mindless
I'm moving mindless
I move mindless
I move mindless
I'm moving so mindless
I move mindless
My soul timeless
I move mindless
My soul timeless
These niggas spineless
On my lonely when I'm pulling up
Go against me nigga good luck
Took his bitch and gave her good love
I want to snap out but im coolin'
Louie bag to put the tool in
I got some killers in my phone
I could send them to your home
I rather do it on my own
I can't sleep at night
I stare at the stars
I'm on my lonely
Huh
These niggas police
Yea
They do not know me
Huh
They do not
I had to make a couple bands on my lonely
I had to make a couple bands on my lonely
If it aint about a bag
I aint getting to attached
I don't even want my name with it
Twin Mac 11's came with it
Wet his shirt I put a stain on it
Im in the game that's what came with it
I been doing it since a youngin'
I took the tool and put the drum in
Rig the game that's how we coming
Rig the game that's how we coming
Nigga
I need my money hit the cash app
Before I turn this shit to Baghdad
Lord forgive me ima black out
Mac 11 when I back out
We aint really for the talking
We gon run in your apartment
Before you know it get to sparking
Leave your neighborhood in silence
They got make me go retarded
Get a young nigga started
With them niggas I be wildin'
I ain't getting to attached
I don't even want my name with it
Twin Mac 11's came with it
Wet his shirt I put a stain on it
I'm in the game that's what came with it
I been doing it since a youngin'
I took the tool and put the drum in
Rig the game that's how we coming
Rig the game that's how we coming
Nigga
I need my money hit the cash app
Before I turn this shit to Baghdad
Lord forgive me ima black out
Mac 11 when I back out
We aint really for the talking
We gon run in your apartment
Before you know it get to sparking
Leave your neighborhood in silence
They got make me go retarded
Get a young nigga started
With them niggas I be wildin'
With them demons and the goblins
They be ready for the violence
You won't see me throw the towel in
I just want that money piling
I can flip it without trying
Yea
And when it come to them hunnits I want it bad
And when it come to my music I'm in my bag
And I don't fuck with these niggas
Don't put my dick in these bitches
I'm trying to run up them digits and make it last
I had to cope with the pain to get it back
This the life of the lonely don't gotta ask
I'm bout snap for the shit that I never had
I'm so mindless
I'm moving so mindless
I move mindless
Moving so mindless
I'm moving mindless
I move mindless
I move mindless
I'm moving so mindless
I move mindless
My soul timeless
I move mindless
My soul timeless
These niggas spineless
On my lonely when I'm pulling up
Go against me nigga good luck
Took his bitch and gave her good love
I want to snap out but im coolin'
Louie bag to put the tool in
I got some killers in my phone
I could send them to your home
I rather do it on my own
I can't sleep at night
I stare at the stars
I'm on my lonely
Huh
These niggas police
Yea
They do not know me
Huh
They do not
I had to make a couple bands on my lonely
I had to make a couple bands on my lonely
If it aint about a bag
I aint getting to attached
I don't even want my name with it
Twin Mac 11's came with it
Wet his shirt I put a stain on it
Im in the game that's what came with it
I been doing it since a youngin'
I took the tool and put the drum in
Rig the game that's how we coming
Rig the game that's how we coming
Nigga
I need my money hit the cash app
Before I turn this shit to Baghdad
Lord forgive me ima black out
Mac 11 when I back out
We aint really for the talking
We gon run in your apartment
Before you know it get to sparking
Leave your neighborhood in silence
They got make me go retarded
Get a young nigga started
With them niggas I be wildin'
Credits
Writer(s): Shaheed Ritz
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