401 STATE OF MIND ft. Apsosa, Jay Breezy, Big $teppa, Pusha P & Lil Boom Boom Lyrics

Pick it up pick it up pick it up, ooh

Baby hit my phone I tell her to come through

Look I ain't no crip but I'm flyin the blue

Blue bands in my pockets this ain't nothing new

Just got a new blick

Just got a new chick

Fuck with me I'll go head and go take your new bitch

She a fan she gon' see me and then get loose lips

She on my tip

It's only me on top of nobody can fuck with this

It's me alone almost like it's an apocalypse

Hit him three times on the pavement

Kick his face in tell him to retract his statement

Put his dead body in my basement

Faceless, me and the wastemen runnin' them bases

Put the metal to his mouth callin' him braces

Burn his fingertips off makin' him nameless patient, I watch him die slowly entertainment

I'm the goat of rap don't forget I stay strapped

Pockets even for my money don't forget I got them honeys

Never strive cause a strive means I ain't there

It means all I do is stare

Shout out JMF he on the come up

When I see a fine bitch you know what comes up

My life is never defined

I think of bitches when I'm in a 401 state of mind

Hope your information got some station

My implication don't like no dirty communication

I catch you talkin' bout me it's on sight

Knock you out then I take flight

Cause bitch this that 401 state of mind

State of mind

Lately I've been quiet I've been tryna get a dime

I've been trappin' gettin' money bitch I'm a pape

A lil' bro tryna get the one so he caught the fade

I did it all on my own bitch I'm self-made

Call me Gunna cause I made that bitch take her top off

I was bout to come told that bitch to hop off

My meat started hurtin' it was a light burn

That bitch left my dick red I think I got germs

Ah shit fuck

Snitches get stitches

Bad bitches get riches

We gettin' the cash

Not cleanin' the dishes

I'm out of his league

In his dream he wishes

He could wife me up

But I won't be no missus

I like my bitches when they look like Sexyy Red

manipulatin' bitches fuckin' with my head

Messin' with my head

She in my bed

I'm the architect

I'm 100 percent

Yeah I got the influence

I'm in the game

I got all the fame

She cannot tame

First time on that track

Been countin' these racks

These rappers wack

Why y'all frown

I'ma wear the crown