CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : I Ain’t Got No Mind
Viper
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Matter fact, b*t*h, I’m back on that f**k sh*t
Huff, I chase a bag, but I don't duck sh*t
He know if he see me, better duck quick
N***a, f**k that brother and that trust sh*t
I'm strictly on some slime sh*t
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind, I'm on nonsense
Huh, who the f**k you gon' side with?
When it's up, that's who the f**k you gon’ die with
When I ran out of luck, I had faith in my hands
I heard it was war, I brought Drakie again
They hate me already, make ’еm hate me again
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I lеft the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (On gang)
Ayy, left the house with 10 bands, that's a hundred hundreds (Hundreds)
B*t*h, I hopped out with two Glocks, I feel like Andre Drummond (Drummond)
Don’t go f**kin' with Jigga Man, he always starting somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause he claim that he real, but we know he really frontin' (Knock it off)
Yeah, I just left my dog, I'm goin' brazy in my mental
All facts, no cap, I don't flex on instrumentals
.40 cals, hollow rounds, I'ma aim it at yo' dental
Can't slip, paper tag, nah, this ain't no rental (Nah)
Hop out with that Draco, 50 in the clip (Clip)
N***a slip, I'ma let it rip, n***a, that's off the rip (Off the rip)
You ain't been where I been and that's on the real (That's on the real)
I go load up with them chotos when they on a drill (Man-down)
Jigga Man, b*t*h, I keep that blower like a ceiling fan
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
Percocets, I pop a pu**y like I pop a Xan
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie
Matter fact, b*t*h, I’m back on that f**k sh*t
Huff, I chase a bag, but I don't duck sh*t
He know if he see me, better duck quick
N***a, f**k that brother and that trust sh*t
I'm strictly on some slime sh*t
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind, I'm on nonsense
Huh, who the f**k you gon' side with?
When it's up, that's who the f**k you gon’ die with
When I ran out of luck, I had faith in my hands
I heard it was war, I brought Drakie again
They hate me already, make ’еm hate me again
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I lеft the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon’ drop homie
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (On gang)
Ayy, left the house with 10 bands, that's a hundred hundreds (Hundreds)
B*t*h, I hopped out with two Glocks, I feel like Andre Drummond (Drummond)
Don’t go f**kin' with Jigga Man, he always starting somethin' (Somethin')
'Cause he claim that he real, but we know he really frontin' (Knock it off)
Yeah, I just left my dog, I'm goin' brazy in my mental
All facts, no cap, I don't flex on instrumentals
.40 cals, hollow rounds, I'ma aim it at yo' dental
Can't slip, paper tag, nah, this ain't no rental (Nah)
Hop out with that Draco, 50 in the clip (Clip)
N***a slip, I'ma let it rip, n***a, that's off the rip (Off the rip)
You ain't been where I been and that's on the real (That's on the real)
I go load up with them chotos when they on a drill (Man-down)
Jigga Man, b*t*h, I keep that blower like a ceiling fan
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
Percocets, I pop a pu**y like I pop a Xan
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
Young thug n***a with that Glock on me
Uh, this a stick, ain't no stock on it (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I left the house on some cash sh*t
But if we run into an opp, we gon' drop homie (B*t*h, I ain't got no mind)
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
B*t*h, I ain't got no mind
