Master Mind Lyrics

I be smokin' Zaza every day, I be gettin' high

I be in the trenches all the time, I gotta ease my mind

I hustle hard with my time, I can't press rewind

Gotta cut the roof off the whip, that shit done lost its mind

No emotions, no feelings, I move just like a mime

Gotta watch my back for these niggas, they creep up from behind

Feel like John Wick with the stick, I got the fifth combined

I be in the trenches trappin', plottin', I'm a mastermind

Bag it up, serve it, bag it up and then serve it

Phone on DND I'm berving, get to the bag, only one purpose

I'ma kill them all, it's on purpose

Hoodie on, mask up, I'm lurkin', get to the bag

Fuck all these people that's runnin', they mouth about shit they don't have

Zaza, grab it, smoke that shit and then bag it

Hit the lick and then pass it, don't show nobody where the stash is

Hundred pounds in the cabinet, make like fifty bands on an accident

Louis bag with the racks in it, switchin' lanes and I ain't crash the whip

Got a bad bitch, she behind the tints, she ask how I'm comin

I said, ask the dick, you know where I'm from, ain't no hidin' it

Hotbox the V, I get high in it

Racks on me, I be fly as shit

Yeah, bitch broke her pussy dry as shit

Them corny niggas y'all be ridin' with

They be talkin' tough but they ain't slide as shit

Get your money up, nigga, know your worth

And I keep a bag, I don't rock no purse

One look at her and I make her squirt

Niggas better catch up and I ain't talkin' Kurtz

Ride with a Uzi and I let it vert

Playin' with a coochie cause she wore a skirt

If you do me bad, I'ma do you worse

I'ma get a bag and I'ma make it work, yeah

Money be all on my mind, I'm runnin' up hit my line

Fuck all these niggas that's cappin', they knockin' my grind

I make them racks when I'm tryin

I puttin' work in the trenches, I had to go get it

I cannot be wastin' my time

I know some niggas that's plottin', they lurkin

They schemin', they thinkin' bout takin' what's mine

I be smokin' Zaza every day, I be gettin' high

I be in the trenches all the time, I gotta ease my mind

I hustle hard with my time, I can't press rewind

Gotta cut the roof off the whip, that shit done lost its mind

No emotions, no feelings, I move just like a mime

Gotta watch my back for these niggas, they creep up from behind

Feel like John Wick with the stick, I got the fifth combine

I be in the trenches trappin', plottin', I'm a mastermind