Mind Tricks - St. Leroy II

Minds got bands them on it

Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'

Ben Frank that my homie

Gotta stack up them big face hunninds

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Dreaded up jesus with the bunt lit

Talk to me nice no assumptions hoe

She think that we a couple but we nothin'

Gotta make it stack, stack it up with my bros

Went an got that bitch a Chanel leash

‘Fore I get a married hell gon' freeze over

And I done started seeing these spaceships

Geeked up I feel Fabo

Need the cake

Wallet look like easy-bake (Oh yea)

Rack it up til it’s bustin out the safe

Minds got bands them on it

Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'

Ben Frank that my homie

Gotta stack up them big face hunninds

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Sippin' out the bottle fuck a wine glass

Saint walk the like line Johnny cash

Mo' sauce than a box of pizza

On her knees an I caught that breeze yea

In this cold world it’s just me and my bruddas

Stuck to the bread like peanut butter

Getting' so high got god like «what up?»

Ask Billie Jean I’ma bad muhfucka

Need the cake

Wallet look like easy-bake (Oh yea)

Rack it up til it’s bustin out the safe

Minds got bands them on it

Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'

Ben Frank that my homie

Gotta stack up them big face hunninds

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time…

Minds got bands them on it

Used to have the trap phone it was bunkin'

Ben Frank that my homie

Gotta stack up them big face hunninds

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'

Oh she wanna be wifey

Ain’t got time to check I’m runnin'