Mind Blown (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)

I got a vibe, we vibe

Dripping since knee height

My demons don’t sleep at night

Nobu nights, den’ baby eat it right

'N' it blew my mind

I got a vibe, we vibe

Dripping since knee height

My demons don’t sleep at night

Nobu nights, den’ baby eat it right

'N' it blew my mind

Dey change up over night

Now I’m wit’ my new vibe

Ain’t even feel that bitch, oh, I felt evil

At night, that’s when she call

Ain’t scared about no opps

They roll wit’ rebulls’

We roll wit’ big smoke, 44 out dat window

Lean out, slap man like bingo

Fell in love wit’ a hob stove, kitchen stories they untold

Manufacture, manufacture art, we in the bando, we baking art

Art, art

Cook in the kitchen, stick in da’ car

<span begin="1:07.586" end="1:10.170">Gimme da top, smoke dis’ drop, take me to Mars</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:10.085" end="1:10.520">(Mars)</span></span>

Pop my shit, I'ma drop my shit, it’s gon’ take me far-ar

Profession like art, art

And you don’t want smoke nah, nah, nah

My broski got a body in the car

'N’ they say he torture a kidnapper

And for all of this pain, I’m pouring up

I feel it floating up in my gut

<span begin="1:32.018" end="1:33.618">Lean up in my cup</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:34.186" end="1:35.202">(In my cup)</span></span>

Sippin on some blood

Sippin on some blood, nah, nah

Sippin on some blood

Blood diamonds

Rolling wit’ da 40, we gon’ fly him,

'N' I’m wit’ my broski,

You know we sliding, get back gang

Free my broski doing bin time

Grabbed wit' a tech, tech, tech

Baby girl, I jus’ want the neck, neck, neck, neck

I’m stepping wit’ my broski, get 'em wet, wet

I’m rolling wit' my broski, we don’t chess press

9 up in dis fire leave ya’ bench wet

This money ain’t new to me

Sent her address, yeah, she flew to me

Kill tec 223's, iron on me, move the crease

Diamonds irregular

Cuban choker make it hard to breathe

Thugs only fear god

How I was serving Cardi B

Would you leave me knowing damn well that you need me?

You ain’t locked up waiting to phone home like a E.T

Wrist can’t play, murder one ****

It's the get back gang

I done stretched one at da red light, shoulda switched dat lane

Hoe, don’t you tell me that you love me and you don’t mean it

I drive repentant, cos’ I pulled up in a demon

Project baby grew up sharing clothes wit’ Keeman

Diamonds hitting, can’t fake it

Wonder when the cash cool for all this jewellery to be fugazi

Diamonds rolling wit’ da 40, we gon’ fly him,

And I’m wit’ my broski, you know we sliding

Get back gang, free my broski doing bin time

Grabbed wit’ a tech, tech, tech

Baby girl, I jus’ want the neck, neck, neck, neck

I’m stepping wit’ my broski get em’ wet, wet

I’m rolling wit’ my broski, we don’t chest press

Nine up in this fire, leave ya’ bench wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet

Wet, wet