Rittz - Blowin My Mind lyrics

[Hook] I'm in my 87 cutla** supreme, looking clean Smoking on that green while I lean And the weed smoke is blowing my mind (my mind my mind) And the swisher smoke is blowing my mind (my mind my mind) You can find me riding 85 north for the A Where the b**hes f** for riches and they see me getting paid And the ladies they be blowing my mind (my mind my mind) And these b**hes they be blowing my mind (my mind my mind) So now I'm [Verse 1] Shining like the North Star, see me out on Pleasant Hill I may be out in Norcross, maybe up in Lawrenceville Still really ain't no tellin' where the f** you gonna see me Maybe in Atlanta, see me partying on Beach Street Looking Japanese cause I been smoking on that green green Super clean clean, homie we be Sniffing sh** like p**n stars, partying like animals I drink then I pop more bars At night I pop a couple Adderalls All the b**hes wanna get with this I'm pimping and my day straight Looking like she could have been a Playboy playmate f** her to the rhythm of the 808 ba** Till you take pace, up in my [Hook] [Verse 2] Bumping DJ Burn One, looking like the white Dolemite Got candy on the outside, but the leather in it's c**aine white My 15's kicking down the street like it's a stampede Waving at some b**hes that I seen up in the Grand Prix Got to put some [?] on, I almost ran into a Camry Goddamn she, looking fancy Smelling like some pine trees, smoking with the windows up The cops are right behind me, pull me over they gon' fine my buzz So I hid it in my underwear, it's reeking so much, still smell Guess I'm paranoid cause I just seen em make a quick left Accelerated on the pedal and I fishtailed And I exhaled, up in my [Hook] [Verse 3] Showing off, gold flakes in the paint job I'm rolling like a bowling ball Strike, knock em down, when they see me cruising All you hear is "oohs" and “aww”s and “wow”s I make motherf**ers bite like crocodiles Go ahead jock my style It's all good, it's impossible to be me Jonny Valiant, white b**h with me got titties like Foxy Brown So when they see me at the red light, you can see her head lights I ain't talking bout the European front four Bout to take her home and beat the p**y up I'mma hit it like a gong or conga, bongo I done had my fun with you but now I got to run, ho Back up in the Cutla**, to roll it up Smoke another like a locomotive does Pullin' up at the local pub [Hook]