Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Mind On a Milli lyrics

[Hook – Gunna] Mind on a motherf**in milli Riding with the motherf**in' semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy [Verse 1 – Gunna] I be getting higher than a tree Still stacking racks, money all that I need Still selling pounds of that weed, I leave em with the bro when I'm going overseas That's the double sh** was already kicking We just sipping lean, popping X, really geekin' And I'm rocking water like ice like a freezer When your b**h land Imma book her at Four Seasons Hating on the kid for no reason Gunna drip sauce, let it sprinkle like it's season Rocking off-white when I'm walking to the meeting A n***a flying kites down the road they some demons n***a stop caking that hoe she a cheater I only f** her once or twice then n***a imma leave her I tried to pop a percocet and pour me up a litre I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up Chanel and they still can't see us n***a send em back, counting money with my feet up I be sending racks to my cuz on the kiosk Imma send that pack down the road until you get out Let that b**h stick the dope deep in her mizzouth I been putting sh** up at the hizzouse Dripping on these b**hes through a drizzought Damn a n***a made it out the sizzouth [Hook – Gunna] Mind on a motherf**in milli Riding with the motherf**in' semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy [Verse 2 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Flying a jet or a foreign, I do that Hunnid thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag Saint Lauren kicking these b**hes like “Who that?” (?) came from the hood but you knew that Ice on my neck it look like a sleet Plain Jane ban on an iced out Patek Dope up that hoe she a freak I'm up to your money, don't know how to sleep I f**ed that lil b**h and I f**ed up the sheets Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree Mind on a milli, ain't thinking bout enemies Shoot a n***a down like J. F. Kennedy Selling chickens, you can come get a 10 piece Jumped out the plane with the Fendi Jumped in the foreign with a semi Baby draco hold a 50 n***as saw me and they see me [Hook – Gunna] Mind on a motherf**in milli Riding with the motherf**in' semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy Mind on a motherf**in milli Riding with the motherf**in' semi Grind from the start to the finish Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy