I Don't Mind

MALO World, MALO Gang
100 percent
NYC
Big Queens
RIP GB

Shorty what's the word
I'm out here wilding, that's a Fendi
Got it on me, don't offend me
Never find my pockets empty
Got Amiri's, got Givenchy
I'm the trapper of the century, turn a nigga into history
Fuck the police trying to frisk me
Yo tell that nigga Kev, he a bitch, can't keep up with me
Don't get fucked up with this blicky, we leave you out here sticky
Hoe, tell that nigga Kyle, his bitch is coming quickly
I ain't worried what she do, she really in love with me
I'm dripping in finesse, you could tell that I been thuggin
Popping bottles, looking rugged
Living every day like fuck it, in the club I be mean mugging
But just because I'm high, don't mean I ain't 100
Don't be talking if you fronting, don't be talking if you lying
Free my homies in the island, free my nigga little Carlos
Talking down on you, we sliding
Son, fuck that nigga Chris, talking like a king but crying
Yea, you crying for a bitch, the whole hood know she wilding
So, let's get back to money, let's get back to fucking profit
Niggas out here pocket watching, till we pull up and we pop them
Niggas really be fugazi, number one, I feel like Tracy
Sipping lean and smoking Lazy, I'm out here moving crazy
Gotta set the message out, in case if you forget it
When you dreaming ain't no limit, you gon' get it as you living
Really out here dripping, Avianne diamonds hitting
I really load the clip in, and leave a nigga slipping
I finesse you while I'm zoning, sipping Henny in the morning
Talking shit about my block, but not dumb to be on it
Don't be stupid trying to scam me, cause I came here with the blammy
My whole hood they say we family, you want beef you can just at me



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Writer(s): Fernando Correa
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