On My Mind lyrics

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Huh, I shoulda been did what i did, they call them goons
Hm, all ya'll n*ggas goofy look like Looney Tunes
Make my whoa come and get you, then you through
Take that boy pack and n*gga ran off, he knew
Huh, i pull the Glock out the cocoon
He want smoke, we'll see his ass soon
We tryna up the score man n*ggas like to pick and choose
n*gga just go with yo move, hmm, I find out where you live boy you better start damn movin'
I wanna go and do a drill, cause im just in that mood
I pop out to the show, I look so cool
A n*gga run up on me, feel that tool
I take me a three shot, Jordan Poole
Mmm, We livin' this gangsta life
All these goddamn checks, Ain't got no stripe, Hmm
I'ma be honest, ion even think im in my prime yet
I ain't never drop a dime, where ever we get in, We gon' light ya
n*gga we shootin' at face, we ain't shootin' at no Bicep
Catch a cop, we finna flip a n*gga, prolly tip a n*gga, he a goblin
I gotta weed addiction I'ma stoner
When I see rap b*tches, get a boner
Smoke everyday, b*tch I'm never sober
Me and that Glock be, we just some loners
Tat on my back, n*gga like Da Joker
We in the vamp go to the Casino, n*gga play some poker
I wouldn't even know how to play, Just get my money, Spin that sh*t everyday
The money gon' come right back, Ok
Free my brudda, and f*ck them Jakes
Why the f*ck do you think you can put me on a blade?
Murk a Opp with a Jason face
On god man I'm in the grace
On god i don't eat before i say my grace
Mmm, Prayin' to god if i got the pot then, im gon' make
Mmm, I did this song one-take
Mmm, Do what you think you gon make
Will that b*tch set you up? Yeah she debating
Can not cuff a b*tch, That's not debatable
I don't wanna stay with you, I dont feel comfortable
Um, Lil Glokk never gon' be lovable
Mmm, 12 on time, you in trouble
Ian goin' pop out Glock its doubled
Im tryna fit this K with a shovel
Im tryna f*ck her, Ion think I'ma bust in her
Mmm, shawty so thick, Shawty so thick, Hit a jugg and thats it
Ion wan't everything, Pray that i miss
Everything ain't good for me
Mmmm, Ridin' wit Juggs on me, Dead Presidents
Yeah, i got sticks but my brother ain't gon hit
Yeah, f*ck yo clique, f*ck yo b*tch I'm the one that tricked
Go on the bed and take that di*k
He talkin' crazy, gotta hit that lick
Hmm, Yeah I'm ridin' with my b*tch she keep a fye
Mmm, Yeah Mobb ties, Yeah i got more than one life
EBG locked up with no kite
Won't ever settle down, Cause i really don't got no type