Mind Blown

By GeeYou

On Pain & Profit

Released on May 21, 2021

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[Intro: GeeYou]

I got a vibe, revive

Drippin' since knee high

My demons don't sleep at night

[?] then baby eat it right

And it blew my mind, they change up over night

Not with my new vibe, ain't even felt that bitch

Oh I felt evil

At night, that's when she called

Ain't scared about no opps, they roll wit' [?]

[?] big smoke, 44 out that window

Lean out, slap man, like bingo

Fell in love with the whole store

Kitchen stories they untold

Manufacture, manufacture, uh, we in the bando [?]


[Verse 1: GeeYou]

Cooking the kitchen, stick in the car

Give mе the top, smoke this [?], take mе to Mars, uh

Pop my shit, imma drop my shit, it's gonna take me far, uh

[?] like, uh, uh

You don't want smoke nah, nah, nah

My broski got a body in the car

And they see he [?] a kidnapper

And for all of this pain, I'm pourin' up

I feel it floating up in my gut

(Lean up in my gut)


[Chorus: GeeYou]

Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em

And I'm wit' my broski, you know we slidin'

Get back gang, free my broski doing been time

Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek

Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck

I'm steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet

I'm rollin' wit' my broski, we don't chess press

Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet


[Verse 2: Rylo Rodriguez]

[?] new to me said, address that she flew to me

Kill tech, 223s


[?]

Diamonds on me regular, keep 'em talkin' make it hard to breathe

4's on the field 'cause I, Offset and Cardi B

Would you leave me knowing damn well that you need me

Yeah you locked up waitin' to phone home like E.T

Wrist [?] get back gang

Had to stretch one at the red light, shoulda switched that lane

Hoe don't tell me that you love me and don't mean it

I drive repenting 'cause I pulled up in the Demon

Private [?] lifestyle [?]

Diamonds [?] can't fake

[?] Cancún for all this jewelry to be forgave


[Chorus: GeeYou]

Blood diamond, rollin' wit' the forty we gon' fly 'em

And I'm wit' my broski, you know we slidin'

Get back gang, free my broski doing been time

Grab wit' a tek, tek, tek

Baby girl I just want the neck, neck, neck, neck

I'm steppin' wit' my bros he get 'em, wet, wet

I'm rollin' wit' my broski, we don't chess press

Nine up in this fire, leave your bench wet