Mind Racing Lyrics

She got my mind racing
Ay, baby girl, why you playing?
Okay, she got my mind racing (Say what? Say what?)
Look at my diamonds, yeah, they hitting (What?)

I kid you not, I cannot fuck with that thot (Say what?)
Got my fye, I got that drop
To [?] I send that [?], huh (What?)
Gen 5 on my Glock, hol' up
G loc, get popped, hol' up
Posted on your block, we finna shoot your block (Bop, bop, bop)
I'm servin' that motherfuckin' pack, I'm servin' that pack
I give a 100k, right to Pat
Rolls Royce it came with some curtains, so I hit from the back (Say what?)
Spiritual hoe like magic, I be on that

So many symbols on me, I tatted my wrist
Keep a old hoe with me, she tatted this shit
I thought it was omertà, why you tellin' that (You's a rat, you's a rat)
I don't wanna hit yo' weed, don't pass me that (Nigga what?)
Too many racks in my pants, that's why my pants sag, hol' up
She got a BBL, she spend racks on her ass, hol' up (Say what?)
I'm finna get me a Porshe next, I'm finna get me a Jag' (Say what?)
I'm the biggest in the game, that's why it feels like that (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)

She got my mind racing
Ay, baby girl, why you playing?
Okay, she got my mind racing (Say what? Say what?)
Look at my diamonds, yeah, they hitting (What?)

Diamonds, yeah, they hittin'
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin'
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (Say what?)
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin' (Woah, woah)
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin', aye
Diamonds, yeah, they hittin', okay
Ha-ha, seven, yeah (Say what?)