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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Mind On a Milli lyrics


Feat : Gunna

[Hook – Gunna]
Mind on a motherf**in milli
Riding with the motherf**in' semi
Grind from the start to the finish
Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches
See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit
No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy

[Verse 1 – Gunna]
I be getting higher than a tree
Still stacking racks, money all that I need
Still selling pounds of that weed, I leave em with the bro when I'm going overseas
That's the double sh** was already kicking
We just sipping lean, popping X, really geekin'
And I'm rocking water like ice like a freezer
When your b**h land Imma book her at Four Seasons
Hating on the kid for no reason
Gunna drip sauce, let it sprinkle like it's season
Rocking off-white when I'm walking to the meeting
A n***a flying kites down the road they some demons
n***a stop caking that hoe she a cheater
I only f** her once or twice then n***a imma leave her
I tried to pop a percocet and pour me up a litre
I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up
Chanel and they still can't see us
n***a send em back, counting money with my feet up
I be sending racks to my cuz on the kiosk
Imma send that pack down the road until you get out
Let that b**h stick the dope deep in her mizzouth
I been putting sh** up at the hizzouse
Dripping on these b**hes through a drizzought
Damn a n***a made it out the sizzouth

[Hook – Gunna]
Mind on a motherf**in milli
Riding with the motherf**in' semi
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Grind from the start to the finish
Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches
See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit
No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy

[Verse 2 – Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Flying a jet or a foreign, I do that
Hunnid thousand worth of ice in my Louis bag
Saint Lauren kicking these b**hes like “Who that?”
(?) came from the hood but you knew that
Ice on my neck it look like a sleet
Plain Jane ban on an iced out Patek
Dope up that hoe she a freak
I'm up to your money, don't know how to sleep
I f**ed that lil b**h and I f**ed up the sheets
Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree
Mind on a milli, ain't thinking bout enemies
Shoot a n***a down like J. F. Kennedy
Selling chickens, you can come get a 10 piece
Jumped out the plane with the Fendi
Jumped in the foreign with a semi
Baby draco hold a 50
n***as saw me and they see me

[Hook – Gunna]
Mind on a motherf**in milli
Riding with the motherf**in' semi
Grind from the start to the finish
Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches
See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit
No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy
Mind on a motherf**in milli
Riding with the motherf**in' semi
Grind from the start to the finish
Pull up in the foreign, I'll park it in the trenches
See 230 on the dash, driving real fast imma speed over the limit
No we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these f** n***as envy

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