Mind Playin Tricks On Me

Told my momma just don't worry we gon pray
Pull up with my niggas we gon let the choppa spray
Swear to god we don't miss little nigga leave no trace
But you can catch me on the block i'm toten baby glocks
But you can see me with zuzki up on d block

I told that bitch to hit the road i just wanted top
Heard you're mans he be telling he talking to the cops
But i done made it to a point where i can't stop now
Bitch i come from the trenches where you get shot down

Told my momma just don't worry please don't make no sound
A half a ticket on the block will get you're dumb ass found
I got some shit on niggas bm's nigga fix that frown
Remember them days up in a yollie tipping inna stollie

Riding around with some baby chops nigga fuck the police
Theses bitches all in my comments acting like they know me
Damn my mind really playing tricks on me
My little nigga got more money then your big homie
Fifty glocks and fifty chops we slide down hit the opps

Im steady on my ps and qs can't let theses niggas take me
I know my momma stressing about my situation lately
Bitch i'm trying stack this cheese ion want no baby
The demon in my room been talking to me lately

With the carti bust down with a bitch that acts like cardi
Brodie threw some crackers on the floor
I thought someone was shooting momma told me boy you gotta stop you always so ruthless

I'll be dammed to let a nigga take me out my place
But everytime you see me on the road im clutchin k's
But you can see me with a queen up in kzoo
If you ever diss on zae bitch we sliding with my goons
Only reason we ain't light it up seen babys up inside
I'm so shiesty bitch i'm violent it's the demon in disguise

You know he buffing he a bitch you can see it in his eyes
Bitch you ducking no acumptions nigga you won't really slide
Pour a four up in a two got me chilling with the guys
This bitch thinking that she special bitch you ain't ride or die

Told my momma just don't worry we gon pray
Pull up with my niggas we gon let the choppa spray
Swear to god we don't miss little nigga leave no trace
But you can catch me on the block i'm toten baby glocks
But you can see me with zuzki up on d block

I told that bitch to hit the road i just wanted top
Heard you're mans he be telling he talking to the cops
But i done made it to a point where i can't stop now
Damn my mind really playing tricks on me
My little nigga got more money then your big homie
Fifty glocks and fifty chops we slide down hit the opps

Im steady on my ps and qs can't let theses niggas take me
I know my momma stressing about my situation lately
Riding around with some baby chops nigga fuck the police
Theses bitches all up in my comments acting like they know me



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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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