No Mind
Authentic or Nothing!
They be like Where you at Dough?
Still in the trap bih
I'm just trappin' 'til I get this deal
I don't know when it's gone come yet
But I know it's coming
Nigga know that I'm turnt up
I ain't got no mind lil bitch my shit burnt up
I got lean in the double cup
With two Glocks on my side
On probation don't give a fuck
If you mug me know imma bust
I'm in love with this street shit
This ain't no fuckin' lust
If you try me you know it's up
50 cal bullets boy don't get ya fifty fitted bust
Superman no cape shit
Yeah I ride with them choppas
You know I'm gone spray shit
Broad day gone face shit
Ain't no cap in my rap cus i ain't with the fake shit
I don't know why you hate bitch
I just get to the money trap 24 8 bitch
And my trap going ape shit
And I'm sellin' whole bricks
Shit look like some cake mix
I was 14 when I copped my first Bow
Nigga hell yeah I was posted inna Rey
I was 16 with a baby K
I had hit a kick doe with my fat cousin J (free J!)
Skinny got 15 hate he locked up
Man I miss my nigga to this day
I ain't want wanna play basketball not football
Nigga so my cousin taught me how to cook da yay
So I turnt up I'm a trap nigga
Now I'm up in the booth I'm a rap nigga
And I don't like to argue I slap niggas
Rob you for my money if I hit a crap nigga
And I got that drake in my lap nigga
Fuck around and you gone make me snap nigga
And I don't like to shoot I just stamp niggas
And my OG's out the camp nigga
Tryna put the fam on with this rap shit
Don't nothing come good with this trap shit
But until then I'm hoping these packs hit
And these X pills I'm buying off Blacklist
And I keep my a throw away ratchet
Got no heart like I'm 21 Savage
And I mix the good dope with the bad shit
Fuck your white girl
Cus mines A bad bitch, (nigga)
Nigga know that I'm turnt up
I ain't got no mind lil bitch my shit burnt up
I got lean in the double cup
With two Glocks on my side
On probation don't give a fuck
If you mug me know imma bust
I'm in love with this street shit
This ain't no fuckin' lust
If you try me you know it's up
50 cal bullets boy don't get ya fifty fitted bust
Superman no cape shit
Yeah I ride with them choppas
You know I'm gone spray shit
Broad day gone face shit
Ain't no cap in my rap cus i ain't with the fake shit
I don't know why you hate bitch
I just get to the money trap 24 8 bitch
And my trap going ape shit
And I'm sellin' whole bricks
Shit look like some cake mix
Authentic or nothing!
They be like Where you at Dough?
Still in the trap bih
I'm just trappin' 'til I get this deal
I don't know when it's gone come yet
But I know it's coming
Nigga know that I'm turnt up
I ain't got no mind lil bitch my shit burnt up
I got lean in the double cup
With two Glocks on my side
On probation don't give a fuck
If you mug me know imma bust
I'm in love with this street shit
This ain't no fuckin' lust
If you try me you know it's up
50 cal bullets boy don't get ya fifty fitted bust
Superman no cape shit
Yeah I ride with them choppas
You know I'm gone spray shit
Broad day gone face shit
Ain't no cap in my rap cus i ain't with the fake shit
I don't know why you hate bitch
I just get to the money trap 24 8 bitch
And my trap going ape shit
And I'm sellin' whole bricks
Shit look like some cake mix
I was 14 when I copped my first Bow
Nigga hell yeah I was posted inna Rey
I was 16 with a baby K
I had hit a kick doe with my fat cousin J (free J!)
Skinny got 15 hate he locked up
Man I miss my nigga to this day
I ain't want wanna play basketball not football
Nigga so my cousin taught me how to cook da yay
So I turnt up I'm a trap nigga
Now I'm up in the booth I'm a rap nigga
And I don't like to argue I slap niggas
Rob you for my money if I hit a crap nigga
And I got that drake in my lap nigga
Fuck around and you gone make me snap nigga
And I don't like to shoot I just stamp niggas
And my OG's out the camp nigga
Tryna put the fam on with this rap shit
Don't nothing come good with this trap shit
But until then I'm hoping these packs hit
And these X pills I'm buying off Blacklist
And I keep my a throw away ratchet
Got no heart like I'm 21 Savage
And I mix the good dope with the bad shit
Fuck your white girl
Cus mines A bad bitch, (nigga)
Nigga know that I'm turnt up
I ain't got no mind lil bitch my shit burnt up
I got lean in the double cup
With two Glocks on my side
On probation don't give a fuck
If you mug me know imma bust
I'm in love with this street shit
This ain't no fuckin' lust
If you try me you know it's up
50 cal bullets boy don't get ya fifty fitted bust
Superman no cape shit
Yeah I ride with them choppas
You know I'm gone spray shit
Broad day gone face shit
Ain't no cap in my rap cus i ain't with the fake shit
I don't know why you hate bitch
I just get to the money trap 24 8 bitch
And my trap going ape shit
And I'm sellin' whole bricks
Shit look like some cake mix
Authentic or nothing!
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Writer(s): Dedgrick Ellis, Doughboy D
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