"GYMR" lyrics

They wanna take me up out of the game, lil' bitch wanna take me up out of my element
I got the recipe, money, and fame, and all of these bitches, they just be all jealous
Stressin' me, baby, with all of that bullshit, please just get your mind right
Yeah, bitch, get your mind right
I won't take none of this shit from my ex
Bitch, you ain't even as good as the sex
I said it 'cause it looked good in a text
Get your mind right
All of these diamonds look good on my neck
I hit the dance, I look good when I flex
Fuck anybody, ain't payin' your rent
Get your mind right

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I will not take her from out of her debt
She better salute me like I'm a cadet
I plug the pussy like I'm a connect
If you wanna book me, two-fifty a show
Five out the Birkin, two-fifty a ho
Get your mind right
Tiffany steak, on my skirt, it's some butter
I fucked her sister, that's word to my brother
I'm tryna keep this shit all in the family
I had to get it for Curvin my cousin
I'm in the lot, gettin' birds by the dozen
I'm in the trap, goin' back for the season
I got them hoes goin' up for the summer, it's Tory, you know this

They wanna take me up out of the game, lil' bitch wanna take me up out of my element
I got the recipe, money, and fame, and all of these bitches, they just be all jealous
Stressin' me, baby, with all of that bullshit, please just get your mind right
Yeah, bitch, get your mind right
I won't take none of this shit from my ex
Bitch, you ain't even as good as the sex
I said it 'cause it looked good in a text
Get your mind right
All of these diamonds look good on my neck
I hit the dance, I look good when I flex
Fuck anybody, ain't payin' your rent
Get your mind— (Right)

Please get your mind right, oh, baby, 'fore you talk to me
Nah, as if beatin' your gums don't do nothin' to me
Please get your mind right

Uh, I can sit back and scam with the crodie, though
International trappin' in Tokyo
I be tappin' her back like I'm scolio'
Mix a can of the pink with the Dosido
Put my bitch in a suite like she Cody, though
My bitch livin' the sweet like she Cody, bro
I'm exact with these hoes, yeah, they know me, though
Put the pack on the road like a turban
Put the pack on the road like I'm that deep
Mollies all in the city, we mad deep
Money tall as Siakam and VanVleet
Put that bitch on a pole at the Zanzi
She wanna get it, I just wanna hit it, I just wanna pull off the panty
I know she'll never quit it as long as I hit it, put her pussy all in a frenzy
Take the ting from the bing and I'm poppin' up
Brand-new Masi, my partners are poppin' out
I'm so proud of my niggas, we gettin' it
We get to hittin' it, shootin' like Stoudemire
Pass the oop on a bitch like a give-and-go
I done came up on shit that I didn't know
Strippers lookin' me dead in my eye and I'm lookin' right back, what the fuck am I tippin' for?
All the haters are mad and I'm livin', though
Every bitch I ever wanted, I hit it, though
If you want a bitch, go and get the ho
Put my foot in it just like a kick door
Even OGs call me big bro
Shooter tack-tack like a tik-toe
I was locked up in a Benz, bro
Get a small fur like I'm Gizmo, ha-ha

Please get your mind right, oh, baby, 'fore you talk to me
Nah, as if beatin' your gums don't do nothin' to me
Please get your mind right