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Make Up Yo Mind

 

Make Up Yo Mind

(album: CROPTOBER - 2023)


Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wasting my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap [?] the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burning it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I'ma grow in these cribs, I ain't flipping no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they paying me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain't cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage

We took your bands nigga you better charge it
Dumping these bags at luxury apartments
We 15 deep in this crib but it's 300
One [?] walk inside niggas clutching they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around we gon' care 'em and cut 'em
He havin 'bud, but it smelling like nothing
Sell thirty a day, yeah we got this bitch jumping
Real estate I'm having houses to sprout in
[?] from Tulsa I drove through I-10
He want them prices, trying to get logged in
Filter a fan, so we keeping the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I'm Bradley Bill
Made it of reefer ain't have a deal
Use to serve diesel, I ain't talking no neil
My lil' vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on canola I'm turning them over
This blick get bipolar this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provoking
So If I reach for it, it's gon be a killing
Tryna show love but you can't cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurting I pulled up and gave him a blessing

Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower
You wasting my time cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got bales in the kitchen no cap [?] the counter
And that motorbreath tart when your burning it sour
My fine little bitch get a monthly allowance
I'ma grow in these cribs, I ain't flipping no houses
Drop that bag to my twins and they paying me monthly
If I go to DeKalb I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy that pack right here stupid it stinky and crunchy
YTB pockets you know that they fat and they chunky
They do it for free, they gon' turn down the money
Finna hire some Migos to cut down the harvest
Ain't cash out the plug, cause he sent me some garbage

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