GeeYou, Rylo Rodriguez — Mind Blown
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I got a vibe, revive
Drippin’ since knee high
My demons don’t sleep at night
[?] then baby eat it right
And it blew my mind, they change up over night
Not with my new vibe, ain’t even felt that bitch
Oh I felt evil
At night, that’s when she called
Ain’t scared about no opps, they roll wit’ [?]
[?] big smoke, 44 out that window
Lean out, slap man, like bingo
Fell in love with the whole store
Kitchen stories they untold
Manufacture, manufacture, uh, we in the bando [?]
Cooking the kitchen, stick in the car
Give mе the top, smoke this [?], take mе to Mars, uh
Pop my shit, imma drop my shit, it’s gonna take me far, uh
[?] like, uh, uh
You don’t want smoke nah, nah, nah
My broski got a body in the car
And they see he [?] a kidnapper
And for all of this pain, I’m pourin’ up
I feel it floating up in my gut
(Lean up in my gut)
Blood diamond, rollin’ wit’ the forty we gon’ fly ’em
And I’m wit’ my broski, you know we slidin’
Get back gang, free my broski doing been time
Grab wit’ a tek, tek, tek
Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck
I’m steppin’ wit’ my bros he get ’em, wet, wet
I’m rollin’ wit’ my broski, we don’t chess press
Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet
[?] new to me said, address that she flew to me
Kill tech, 223s
[?]
Diamonds on me regular, keep ’em talkin’ make it hard to breathe
4’s on the field ’cause I, Offset and Cardi B
Would you leave me knowing damn well that you need me
Yeah you locked up waitin’ to phone home like E.T
Wrist [?] get back gang
Had to stretch one at the red light, shoulda switched that lane
Hoe don’t tell me that you love me and don’t mean it
I drive repenting ’cause I pulled up in the Demon
Private [?] lifestyle [?]
Diamonds [?] can’t fake
[?] Cancún for all this jewelry to be forgave
Blood diamond, rollin’ wit’ the forty we gon’ fly ’em
And I’m wit’ my broski, you know we slidin’
Get back gang, free my broski doing been time
Grab wit’ a tek, tek, tek
Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck
I’m steppin’ wit’ my bros he get ’em, wet, wet
I’m rollin’ wit’ my broski, we don’t chess press
Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet
