Mind Control

Yea Nigga Do Your Shit on the low
Haters wanna see you on the low
Your bitches wanna see you pop more
Your niggas wanna see you get more x2
Make it x 14
Made it x 15
Yea I got gang at your door
Yea I got niggas sniffing snow
Yea I want money and Some more
Yea Kairo That’s My Bro, Thats my bro
Early morning roll blunt need a mix
Early morning got lean need a mix
Yea that Nigga talk much like a bitch
Yea yunky that’s my sister, that’s my sis
When I’m bored I let your bitch come over
Me I never end a day sober
Me I let a bitch bend over
Letter to the game, game over
Running to the money in a rush
Give it everything that’s a must
You running to the money with a bus
We running to the money in a rush
Yea Nigga Do Your Shit on the low (Yea, Yea)
Haters wanna see you on the low (Yea, Yea)
Your bitches wanna see you pop more (Yea, Yea)
Your niggas wanna see you get more (Yea, Yea)
Kinda makes me wonder why the hell so many people are tryna tell me to slow
Down. Seems like motherfuckers should be shuttin' the hell up and enjoyin' the
Show
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Nigga we made it, aye
Damn, we made it
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it, aye
Nigga we made it, aye
We made it
Yea, yea, Yea
Ohh, Oh, Ohh