Mr vybez - 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
F*ck 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
F*ck 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