Rylo Rodriguez - Mind Blown lyrics

[Intro: GeeYou] 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 b*tch 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 [?] [Verse 1: GeeYou] Cooking the kitchen, stick in the car Give mе the top, smoke this [?], take mе to Mars, uh Pop my sh*t, imma drop my sh*t, 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) [Chorus: GeeYou] 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 [Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez] [?] 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 [Chorus: GeeYou] 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