MENTAL 1.5! Lyrics

I'ma hop up in this new Tonka

She keep tryna touch my racks, had to tell her no-uh

That girl is a baba,

she just want my prada

Hop up in that Mazda,

cook the Beat like pasta

Hold on wait, I had to get my flow back

She said that she mess with me, oh, I didn't know that

Grills on my teeth, and it lookin' like I'm Kodak

She keep tryna pull up to my crib, but she kinda wack

She be actin' lame, she not stuck in my mental

Had to kick her out, she was actin' disrespectful

Hunnids on my neck and my wrist and my pedestals

Can't trust anybody, cause they all want a handful

They want a handful, pull up, we gon' wipe his nose

They be tryna run up on me, huh, I stay ten toes

Call these boys my son, cause they always tryna steal my flow

I can't trust lil shawty, cause she already know that she a (Oh)

She a gold digger, all she want is my (Gold)

The way she talk to me, man, she gon' make me (fold)

I'm gonna get to the racks, I'ma get my (dough)

They be tryna run up on me, boy, hit him with this (Pole)

They be talking down, we gon' send him up to heaven

I been sippin' wock, I been trappin' at the 7-Eleven

Walk him down, when we pistol packin', came wit that Smith & Wesson

You can just call me a teacher, we gon' teach that boy a lesson uh-uh

I'ma hop up in this new Tonka

She keep tryna touch my racks, had to tell her no-uh

That girl is a baba,

she just want my prada

Hop up in that Mazda,

cook the Beat like pasta

Hold on wait, I had to get my flow back

She said that she mess with me, oh, I didn't know that

Grills on my teeth, and it lookin' like I'm Kodak

She keep tryna pull up to my crib, but she kinda wack