"Get Ya Mind Right" lyrics
600 Breezy & DJ Holiday Lyrics
I'm the realest nigga in it, you already know
Factor, nigga, every summer, six years in a row, huh?
A lifetime supply of coke and weed is all we need
I spend my life serving heads, fucking with the fiends
These cars don't stop 'cause bitch, we dumping
TRX fast as hell, this ain't no motherfucking Tumper, huh?
A big stumper, niggas call me Big Brother
I don't know 'em but they see I'm having motion, selling something, huh?
You rappin' ass niggas, y'all don't do numbers
I rap when I feel like it, I'm a fucking dumper, huh?
Haslow's depths and a lil' puppy
My first head of the basement, twenty-five hundred, huh?
6-0 rapper, pistol tucked in sweater, huh?
From a lone claw for steppers, bullets hot as peppers, huh?
And I'm a motherfucking legend, Glocks in my session, huh?
You niggas ballin' weak as hell just like David Wesley
It's not a trick question, huh? You get fat, bitch, huh?
Selling bricks, nigga, miss us with that rap shit, huh?
We head tap shit, trap doin' backflips, huh?
That light-ass kit bags in like Saint Nick, huh?
And what you say, Vic, huh? I'm Chicago's hottest
Killer artist, codeine in my body sippin', not lethargic, huh?
And we bring switches in your party, F&Ns and 40s, huh?
And funny niggas lump like Martin, chopper-sized as shorty
I choke a tall nigga out just like I'm Draymond, huh?
In the club, bitch, I got a hunnid K on, so stay gone
These pistols sing to bitches like I'm Trey Songz
And shooters came with neck braids to thug as rugged's bone, huh?
You wanna make it home? Huh, I ain't nigga gone, huh?
And we'll set the tone to pound stuff up
You broke niggas, y'all ain't know nothin'
I'm bustin' shit about the rapper, this ain't Willy Wonka, weapons long
That pressure on, I get my steppin' on
We send them shooters to your home with 9-11 croons
Nigga, ayy, ayy, get up, huh
Ayy, get a nigga gone, nigga
We talkin' 'bout nigga ice, man, and this shit, baby
Breezy on victory, nigga
Cruisin' nigga in this shit, nigga
Factor, nigga, every summer, six years in a row, huh?
A lifetime supply of coke and weed is all we need
I spend my life serving heads, fucking with the fiends
These cars don't stop 'cause bitch, we dumping
TRX fast as hell, this ain't no motherfucking Tumper, huh?
A big stumper, niggas call me Big Brother
I don't know 'em but they see I'm having motion, selling something, huh?
You rappin' ass niggas, y'all don't do numbers
I rap when I feel like it, I'm a fucking dumper, huh?
Haslow's depths and a lil' puppy
My first head of the basement, twenty-five hundred, huh?
6-0 rapper, pistol tucked in sweater, huh?
From a lone claw for steppers, bullets hot as peppers, huh?
And I'm a motherfucking legend, Glocks in my session, huh?
You niggas ballin' weak as hell just like David Wesley
It's not a trick question, huh? You get fat, bitch, huh?
Selling bricks, nigga, miss us with that rap shit, huh?
We head tap shit, trap doin' backflips, huh?
That light-ass kit bags in like Saint Nick, huh?
And what you say, Vic, huh? I'm Chicago's hottest
Killer artist, codeine in my body sippin', not lethargic, huh?
And we bring switches in your party, F&Ns and 40s, huh?
And funny niggas lump like Martin, chopper-sized as shorty
I choke a tall nigga out just like I'm Draymond, huh?
In the club, bitch, I got a hunnid K on, so stay gone
These pistols sing to bitches like I'm Trey Songz
And shooters came with neck braids to thug as rugged's bone, huh?
You wanna make it home? Huh, I ain't nigga gone, huh?
And we'll set the tone to pound stuff up
You broke niggas, y'all ain't know nothin'
I'm bustin' shit about the rapper, this ain't Willy Wonka, weapons long
That pressure on, I get my steppin' on
We send them shooters to your home with 9-11 croons
Nigga, ayy, ayy, get up, huh
Ayy, get a nigga gone, nigga
We talkin' 'bout nigga ice, man, and this shit, baby
Breezy on victory, nigga
Cruisin' nigga in this shit, nigga
