MISSING FROM MY MIND / TRUST

When I was ten, aye (Brrr)

Pop a whip, aye (Whoo!)

C- c- copped a Kawasaki just to switch lanes (Whoo!)

You a thick, ****'s falling off, we ain't full enough

She on propane, she ain't feel no new pain

Shout to my whole gang, and shout out to my (Brrr)

They say opposites attract, but me and you the same

They say I've been going off track, but they don't say my name (****)

And with the money I can buy you designer

You can put the love to desire

I'ma put the love to decide

I pop out twenty bands on the floor, put the cash on the floor

Shout to my whole gang, and shout out to my— (Brrr)

They say opposites attract, but me and you the same

They say I've been going off track, but they don't say my name (****)

And with the money I can buy you that designer

I'm tryin' to light it up, like I can feel the summer

In my whip, I'm a real-life runner

Like, real-life runner

Like, who gon' really run up?

Like, said I'm Hugo boxin' up (June)

****, you gonna pull up with that forty? Sauce that up (June)

Eighteen, I was trying to fill my closet up

Now I'm really swaggin', you got to get your pockets up

What you know about June? I told that hoe to type it up

And you know I ain't really been that popular, yeah (Nah, for real though)

And now I really poppin', I ain't see you poppin' up

And with the money I can buy you that designer

And shout out to my— (Brrr)

They say opposites attract, but me and you the same (Whoo!)

Yuh, might hit a **** in the head (Brrr)

Too fast, you coupe, you dead

Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr, June)

Give a **** five, five, six

You don't wanna talk about flex

She on triple six like hex

I don't wanna message or text

Gucci my tee like I'm rex

Single to me like you're next (Brrr)

Call me off, I stay on the top five (June)

Take a perc if you really wanna get high

Nowadays, teenagers just wanna get by (teenagers just wanna get by)

Father told a **** reach for the sky

You would never had a reach for the nine (Reach for the nine)

I could never let a broke **** feel this, uh

Bitch, I made me way too high

Yuh, might hit a **** in the head (Brrr, brrr, whoo!)

Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Whoo!)

Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr, June)

Might hit a **** in the head (You dead)

Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Brrr)

Might hit a **** in the head (You dead)

Too fast, you coupe, you dead

Too fast in that coupe, you dead

These **** ain't on my time, and I dread

You a little pussy, come out of that shed (Brrr)

Care about speedin', I'm runnin' in that red

Care about speedin', I'm runnin' in that red

Too fast, you coupe, you dead (Whoo!)

You care about speedin' I'm runnin' that red

Might hit a **** in the head

You care about speedin' I'm runnin'— (Brrr)