Mystry Lyrics

No more

No more

Hate for black ones

Paid get to the bag (huh)

Race if you a fast runner

Change if you are on one

No more

No more

Hate for black ones

Paid get to the bag (huh)

Race if you a fast runner

Change if you are on one

You know you need to flip the script bro

Don't act like a bitch that is on her menstrual

That's probably why you keep failing all your tests bro

Cuz your mind is developed like one of these little hoes

Tryna get compliments from all your lil flaws

Like who the fuck are you stop breaking the law

When I do my own shit I do it on the low

Stealing, check fraud, all of the above

Don't worry about me just get to the money, bro

I learnt all the lessons so I could indulge

Bought my bitch a new bag shaneanea on the corner

Ain't no Way that bitch just put that bag on the floor

I'm sipping on wine yeah, I'm sipping in decores

I've got alcoholic tendencies. What else would I do?

It's just some shit I developed way before high school

They keep on saying I'm a minute, man

Pop beans and pop threes I don't wanna feel again

She's smiling she laced it never gonna trust again

Isn't this shit basic you don't got no love for me

Stop saying you do you don't got that shit for me

Everything we've been through all that shit is history

Isn't that it?

Isn't that the biggest mystery?