"Mind Racing" lyrics

She got my mind racin'
Ayy, baby girl, why you playin'?
Okay, she got my mind racin' (Say what? Say what?)
Look at my diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (What?)

I kid you not, I cannot fuck with that thot (Say what?)
Got my fire, I got that drop
Too much lean, I sip this Wock', huh (What?)
Gen5 on my Glock, hol' up, Glock, get popped, hol' up
Posted on your block, we finna shoot your block, huh (Bop, bop, bop)
I'm servin' that motherfuckin' pack, I'm servin' that pack
I give a 100K, right to Pat
Rolls Royce, it came with some curtains, so I hit from the back (Say what?)
Woah, spiritual ho like magic, shit, I be on that
So many symbols on me, I tatted my wrist
Keep a old ho with me, she tatted this shit
I thought it was omertà, why you tellin' that? (You's a rat, you's a rat)
I don't wanna hit yo' weed, don't pass me that (Nigga, what?)
Too many racks in my pants, why my pants sag, hol' up
She got a BBL, she spend racks on her ass, hol' up (Say what?)
I'm finna get me a Porsche next, I'ma go get me a Jag' (Say what?)
I'm the biggest in the game, that's why I flex like that (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)

She got my mind racin'
Ayy, baby girl, why you playin'?
Okay, she got my mind racin' (Say what? Say what?)
Look at my diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (What?)

Diamonds, yeah, they hittin'
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin'
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (Say what?)
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (Woah, woah)
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin', ayy
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin', okay
Ha-ha, seven, yeah (Say what?; Say what?)