Dukes Mind... Lyrics

Yup

Oh OK

Big F shit Nigga

Finna Talk My Shit Nigga

Yall know what the fuck going on

Take a Trip inside my mind real quick nigga

Ha

Don't get yo biscuit popped nigga

Yall know what the fuck going on

Yeah ChainGang

Yeah Yeah

Christopher Wallace Imma be so B.I.G

Imma take 5 niggas 'for I D.I.E

Hit play then imma go hit the free

When I wanna hit a scam I hit up lik

He screamed when them bullets hit him like a hot mic

Feel like sosa Kuz it's fake bitches I don't like

We be Poppin pills just like mike and ikes

All the old hoes to the left new ones to the right

I'm swear I'm like curse I swear I'm like a drug

She know she gotta nigga but still trynna fuck

That's why it's these hoe ass bitches I don't trust

It's these hoe ass bitches I don't love

2019 I was sipping so heavy

In my right pocket it's a 2020 Chevy

I tired to pop 6 percs but stizz ain't let me

All this damn sippin fucking up my belly

I'm underage so I can't get a cpl

But with this illegal weapon imma send u straight to hell

Don't up yo gun if you ain't gon blow it nigga

Ha nah this ain't show n tell

Aye I don't need designer to hit a bitch

Stizz at a party at you of M he getting lit

White bitch at you of M she sucking dick

Imma cut a rat tongue off if he snitch

Aye Me and Shawn number 1 tag team

Feel like Luke the way I got a green beam

Ain't talking smoove when I say franchise

Just know Imma be the one to lead the team

Aye Meet at the coney the one on greenfield

Nigga think he flyer than me don't get yo wings peeled

Almost smacked the fuck out my cousin he made my lean spill

Oh you wanna be a loose screw boy don't get drilled

Yeah yo bitch ugly don't be posting ha nomo

I be off the dranks in the matrix movin slo mo

Bad Puerto Rican bitch I swear she loco

Dawg asked me if I had I said fasho bro

You not gon use to blick is it fa show bro

I'm the type to get it done I don't show boat

I'm finna come and wet yo block let's see if u can float

I'm finna be greatest oh wait you ain't know?

Up on 7 mile and buffalo near Pershing right

My dawg don't need a beam he got perfect sight

All these bars off the top I don't need to write

You can get hit with this blick I don't need to fight

You'll be one lucky lady if you run into me

I'll put you on to sauce so you can get the cheese

I just fucked this white bitch in my white tee

I don't throw hands you can catch these R.I.P.S