No Mind lyrics

[Intro: L5]
Kaysan
Wake up, F1LTHY
What, n*gga? What? What?

[Chorus: L5]
L5 got no mind (On God)
f*ck n*gga creep out the cut, he gon' bust your Glock
You throwed, you not my kind (Not my kind)
I threw the park back, f*cked around, got in and pushed it, the lil ho almost died (Come here)
b*tch, bend over (On God)
I got a 10 on me with some bad sh*t, passenger seat when I slide in the Rover
Her friend wanna f*ck me too, and she actin' real stingy, man, lil b*tch, move over
f*ck n*gga diss my gang on IG, smokin' on, hmm, take him out the photo
And I'll make a f*ck n*gga run when my car down the strip, with the Glock, yeah, I'm some' like a boulder
Slide on that block, get low, move shoulder (Move shoulder)

[Verse: L5]
Grown ho all in my DM, she callin' me little, I f*cked 'round and showed her (Just eat me up)
Lil Money keep slidin' in the Trackhawk Jeep, keep playin', he gon' blow out the motor (Vroom)
RB play, get shot in the face (On God)
Glock on me, don't get no breaks
Young n*gga ball, come through, for Lake
I'm in the bank with a fine lil b*tch, if the ho tryna leave, then I won't chase
[?] diss my bro, their mama'dem crying, damn, sad case (Damn, sad case)
Bro pour out that pint, n*gga (Pint, n*gga)
Your ho see me, she faint, n*gga (Faint, n*gga)
[?] this ain't dank, n*gga (Dank)
Rats with a drac' in the Wraith (On God)
That f*ck n*gga dead, he ain't make the news
We 35 smoking his ass in the lake (In the lake)
And the f*ck n*gga dissed TG, pull off on Traffic Ave, you gon' get baked
You gon' get smacked, n*gga
What? (Huh?)
What? (What? Huh?)
L5 (What, n*gga?)
Come here, where you goin'?
[Chorus: L5]
L5 got no mind
f*ck n*gga creep out the cut, he gon' bust your Glock
You throwed, you not my kind (Not my kind, n*gga)
I threw the park back, f*cked around, got in the bushes, the lil ho almost died
b*tch, bend over (On God)
I got a 10 on me with some bad sh*t, passenger seat when I slide in the Rover
Her friend wanna f*ck me too, and she actin' real stingy, man, lil b*tch, move over
f*ck n*gga diss my gang on IG, smokin' on, hmm, take him out the photo
And I'll make a f*ck n*gga run when my car down the strip, with the Glock, yeah, I'm some' like a boulder
Slide on that block, get low, move shoulder (Ayy, move yo' shoulder)
Ha, yeah, come here