Artist: Gunna f/ Hoodrich Pablo Juan Album: Mind on a Milli (S) Song: Mind on a Milli Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Gunna] Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Riding with the motherfuckin' 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, I'mma speed over the limit No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy 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 shit was already kicking We just sipping lean, popping X, really geekin' And I'm rocking water like ice, I could freeze it When your bitch land, I'mma 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 nigga flying kites down the road, they some demons Nigga, stop caking that hoe, she a cheater I only fuck her once or twice, then nigga, I'mma leave her I tried to pop a Percocet and pour me up a litr I drop a fishscale in a bowl, let it heat up Chanel and they still can't see us Nigga, send 'em back, counting money with my feet up I be sending racks to my, 'cause on the kiosk I'mma send that pack down the road, until you get out Let that bitch stick the dope deep in her mizzouth I been putting shit up at the hizzouse Dripping on these bitches through a drizzought Damn, a nigga made it out the sizzouth Mind on a motherfuckin' milli' Riding with the motherfuckin' 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, I'mma speed over the limit No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy [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 bitches like "Who that?" Rich nigga 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 getting money, don't know how to sleep I fucked that lil' bitch and I fucked up the sheets Ice all over me like I was a Christmas tree Mind on a milli', ain't thinking 'bout enemies Shoot a nigga 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 Niggas saw me and they see me [Gunna] Mind on a motherfuckin' milli Riding with the motherfuckin' 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, I'mma speed over the limit No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy Mind on a motherfuckin' milli Riding with the motherfuckin' 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, I'mma speed over the limit No, we ain't going out sad, 30 rounds in my bag for these fuck niggas envy