"On My Mind" lyrics
(feat. Kenny Muney & Trapland Pat)
[FMB DZ:]
I ain't beefin' with these niggas, I'm runnin' up a check
I don't do good with the threats, we put niggas on they necks
I put niggas on they feet, they ain't even got my back
Peep me walkin' out the club, gettin' in that black-on-black 'Cat
Got a thousand horsepowers, I'm a nigga you can't catch
This bitch like a Redeye, Audemars, dead guy
Brodie said the feds hot, game-ender, headshot
It's hard to run from red dots, we clip niggas' legs now
Pull up in the bulletproof truck, turn the music up
Nigga try me in the party, I bet we gon' shoot it up
Caught him late night leavin' his bitch and tore the Uber up
Ain't shit you can do with us, cross me, you a stupid fuck
[Kenny Muney:]
Nigga know what's up with me and they know who I do it for (Yeah)
Big ol' .308 bullets, these bitches go through a truck (Bah)
Always with the shooters, I'll never put my hookahs up (Nope)
Real trap nigga, count a hundred eatin' a noodle cup (Cup)
Made it out the trenches, it ain't shit that they can do with us
Pockets extra fat and still ain't got no problem suitin' up (On God)
These choppers shoot fast, nigga, better put them Rugers up
A nigga been spinnin' shit, ain't shit but diamonds new to us (Ice)
Baguette after baguette
Every time I sell a hundred pounds, I hit my jeweler up (Yeah)
Big rocks got a nigga bitch tryna toot it up (Bitch)
I'm with nothin' but steppers, nigga can't put on no shoe with us (Bitch-ass nigga)
We don't fuck with niggas, we ain't chillin', can't be cool with us
[Trapland Pat:]
Hundred for the pendant, quarter to my mama (To my mama)
I ain't no average nigga, 'bout that load, I'm all about my commas (Racks)
Harvestin' the 'bows with my woes, I could've been a farmer (Doo-doo-doo)
That nigga tried to line me up, then died, we just call it karma (Better watch that nigga, man)
Lay down for the fallen, have it snowin', sprayin' (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas say they really want the riches, don't know what it been (No)
You know me, got no damn queen, shit just like a team (Doo-doo-doo)
Get money, know I gotta hit that road when that phone ring (Brrr)
Just left Haiti, I'm the chosen one just like McGrady
Drop four zones in the pen and chop up the baby (Yeah)
Fourteen grams times three, I'm labbin' up crazy
Jackie Robinson, what that mean? Forty-two, baby
I ain't beefin' with these niggas, I'm runnin' up a check
I don't do good with the threats, we put niggas on they necks
I put niggas on they feet, they ain't even got my back
Peep me walkin' out the club, gettin' in that black-on-black 'Cat
Got a thousand horsepowers, I'm a nigga you can't catch
This bitch like a Redeye, Audemars, dead guy
Brodie said the feds hot, game-ender, headshot
It's hard to run from red dots, we clip niggas' legs now
Pull up in the bulletproof truck, turn the music up
Nigga try me in the party, I bet we gon' shoot it up
Caught him late night leavin' his bitch and tore the Uber up
Ain't shit you can do with us, cross me, you a stupid fuck
[Kenny Muney:]
Nigga know what's up with me and they know who I do it for (Yeah)
Big ol' .308 bullets, these bitches go through a truck (Bah)
Always with the shooters, I'll never put my hookahs up (Nope)
Real trap nigga, count a hundred eatin' a noodle cup (Cup)
Made it out the trenches, it ain't shit that they can do with us
Pockets extra fat and still ain't got no problem suitin' up (On God)
These choppers shoot fast, nigga, better put them Rugers up
A nigga been spinnin' shit, ain't shit but diamonds new to us (Ice)
Baguette after baguette
Every time I sell a hundred pounds, I hit my jeweler up (Yeah)
Big rocks got a nigga bitch tryna toot it up (Bitch)
I'm with nothin' but steppers, nigga can't put on no shoe with us (Bitch-ass nigga)
We don't fuck with niggas, we ain't chillin', can't be cool with us
[Trapland Pat:]
Hundred for the pendant, quarter to my mama (To my mama)
I ain't no average nigga, 'bout that load, I'm all about my commas (Racks)
Harvestin' the 'bows with my woes, I could've been a farmer (Doo-doo-doo)
That nigga tried to line me up, then died, we just call it karma (Better watch that nigga, man)
Lay down for the fallen, have it snowin', sprayin' (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas say they really want the riches, don't know what it been (No)
You know me, got no damn queen, shit just like a team (Doo-doo-doo)
Get money, know I gotta hit that road when that phone ring (Brrr)
Just left Haiti, I'm the chosen one just like McGrady
Drop four zones in the pen and chop up the baby (Yeah)
Fourteen grams times three, I'm labbin' up crazy
Jackie Robinson, what that mean? Forty-two, baby
