FaZe Kaysan - No Mind (feat. L5) lyrics
FaZe Kaysan
L5 [London Cluster]
[FaZe Kaysan - No Mind feat. L5 lyrics]
Wake up, F1LTHY
What, nigga? What? What?
L5 got no mind (On God)
Fuck nigga creep out the cut, he gon' bust your Glock
You throwed, you not my kind (Not my kind)
I threw the park back, fucked around
Got in the bushes, the lil ho almost died (Come here)
Bitch, bend over (On God)
I got a 10 on me with some bad shit
Passenger seat when I slide in the Rover
Her friend wanna fuck me too
And she actin' real stingy, man, lil bitch, move over
Fuck nigga diss my gang on IG, smokin' on
Hmm, take him out the photo
And I'll make a fuck nigga run when my car down the strip
With the Glock, yeah, I'm some' like a boulder
Slide on that block, get low, move shoulder (Move shoulder)
Grown ho all in my DM, she callin' me little
I fucked 'round and showed her (Just eat me up)
Lil Money keep slidin' in the Trackhawk Jeep
Keep playin', he gon' blow out the motor (Vroom)
RB play, get shot in the face (On God)
Glock on me, don't get no breaks
Young nigga ball, come through, for Lake
I'm in the bank with a fine lil bitch
If the ho tryna leave, then I won't chase
[_] diss my bro, their mama'dem crying
Damn, sad case (Damn, sad case)
Bro pour out that pint, nigga (Pint, nigga)
Your ho see me, she faint, nigga (Faint, nigga)
[_] this ain't dank, nigga (Dank)
Rats with a drac' in the Wraith (On God)
That fuck nigga dead, he ain't make the news
We 35 smoking his ass in the lake (In the lake)
And the fuck nigga dissed TG
Pull off on Traffic Ave, you gon' get baked
You gon' get smacked, nigga
What? (Huh?)
What? (What? Huh?)
L5 (What, nigga?)
Come here, where you goin'?
L5 got no mind
Fuck nigga creep out the cut, he gon' bust your Glock
You throwed, you not my kind (Not my kind, nigga)
I threw the park back, fucked around, got in the bushes, the lil ho almost died
Bitch, bend over (On God)
I got a 10 on me with some bad shit, passenger seat when I slide in the Rover
Her friend wanna fuck me too, and she actin' real stingy, man, lil bitch, move over
Fuck nigga diss my gang on IG, smokin' on, hmm, take him out the photo
And I'll make a fuck nigga run when my car down the strip
With the Glock, yeah, I'm some' like a boulder
Slide on that block, get low, move shoulder (Ayy, move yo' shoulder)
Ha, yeah, come here