Song Lyrics

AceTheFace
Ron-Ron do that shit

I just popped a Perc, get my mind right
Bitch, I want some money, not no lime light
Me and all my niggas, we beyond tight
We ain't goin' back and forth, bitch, it's on sight
Ayy, told that bitch "Take yo' clothes off"
Big .40 knock his nose off
She wanna Gucci purse but I want some head
My niggas in the county, boy, they eatin' bread
If a nigga try to play me, we gon' leave him dead
I got tired of poppin' Molly so I'm poppin' meds
Ooh, this a Oxy', all these niggas sweet like some toffee
Double cup, nigga, I ain't sippin' coffee
Play with us, he get chipped like some Taki's
You don't f*ck her how I f*ck her, so she creepin' on you
I told my nigga, P Dawg, "boy, they sleepin' on you"
Glock-19 but it hold fifty, I gotta keep a stick 'cause it get sticky
Like a math quiz, it gon' get tricky
I'm doin' drugs with the bitch like I'm Bobby Whitney
Fenix Flexin count them bank rolls
Boy, you niggas fuckin' stank hoes
I been fuckin' on yo' main ho
Keep it real, that's the reason why you hate fo'
My Glock gay, it give him facials
I got a white bitch named Rachel
When she fuckin' on me it's interracial
I'm 'bout my paper like a nigga went to Staples

You don't need a nigga? Raise your hands up
You with your best friend, then you finna dance up
They playin' City Girls, so you finna act up
Drop it down to the floor, I throw them bands up
Ass fat, you can make it clap, huh?
In a function, nigga, got your strap, huh?
We don't talk on the phone, 'cause it's tapped, bruh
Heard she don't give no head but that's cap, bruh
Ay, she be givin' niggas hella head
You done fucked up the re-up on me, hella bread
I done sipped me a fo' of that medicine
I remember back when they wouldn't let us in
Now they tryna drop a bag just to get us in
I ain't the best, nigga, tell me who is better then?
I rock Truey, G-Star and the Vetements
They done fucked up, lames bring Berettas in
Walked in with pistolas
I pin a nigga red like Crayola
I been sippin' on that red, thought I told ya'
Brand new BAPE kicks like I'm Soulja
Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy
Still the same young nigga, I'm just older, boy
Ayy, yeah, like I'm Soulja Boy
Still the same young nigga, I'm just older, boy
Ayy, Ice on me, bitch, I'm froze up
I'm a joint in my city, so she chose up
It cost like five nigga, pour a four up
And I just poured two, so I'm slowed up
I can't pop me no Percs, I'ma throw up
It's goin' down, baby girl, we finna go up
She put her lips on my dick 'cause I blowed up
And I got ten bands when I showed up

I got mighty codeine and some dope
And the nigga better watch for yo' ho
Two for ten, we can get it at the store
And my dawg outta line on the lows
22 up in the city for the bowls, yeah, yeah
Countin' money so we keep the trap closed, yeah, yeah
Ain't no comin' on the block, you payed a toll, uh-huh
And that bitch on the X, make her roll, uh-huh
In the Hellcat with the fog lights
Got these VVs on me, givin' frostbite
Brought your bitch through, she givin' head all night
Ridin' real foreign's, got the name on the exhaust pipe
We got choppas in the truck, like the SWAT team
Slime down the runway, we will leave ya' block clean
Ridin' with them 30s in the rack, we the Glock team
Shorty got a 40 in the back and it's not clean
Tell a nigga "Cash out," I'ma leave him ass out
Pussy nigga spoke, he ain't ever seen the crack house
Cali with the vibes and we even got the back house
We apply the pressure to a nigga, he get packed out
Hit a nigga spot, 'lil nigga, where the safe at?
Leave a nigga dead, now we see him where the tapes at, stretch fast
When I beat a bitch, I be lookin' for a latex
Growin' out the trap, so you know you made the case stretch

AceTheFace
Ron-Ron do that shit

Alejandro Coranza, Fenix Rypinski

The duration of Mind Right is 3:44 minutes and seconds.