Yeat - Alot on my mind lyrics

(Every time I went big
It was inside this hoe)
(yeah, do it, do it, you gotta run it up)
(I gotta run it up, do that shit)
Got a lot of shit they said, lot on my mind
(Lot on my mind)
Why every thot I liked, started lying (What)
Yeat, they tell me you been
Chillin' with the gods, i'm in the sky
(Woo) 'Cause I got a lot to think about
I'm already died (Already)
I got a lot to say, but I don't write it
(Woo) yeah, when every time I
Fly, I'm flying private
She lick my privates

I just called my mates up, called my pirates
(Woo, bop bop)
Bitch, I dress myself I do what I want
Don't need no stylist (Stylish)
Don't let them drugs get to
Your head it's no accomplishment
Yеah, all my brothers stupid rich
We always pop our shit (Pop)
Every timе I hit the store
I'm always coppin' shit (yeah) , yeah
You ain't balling like you
Said, gotta stop it, bitch
(yeah cut it out)
I'm done sippin' red, sippin' wocky, bitch
(Wo-wo-wock) i'm about to take this X
And hit the rocket ship

That pussy talking shit while he online
He gotta stop that shit (What)
He said to pull up he wanted to fight
But he called the cops and shit (yeah)
I told this shit to myself
Gotta do it myself
All of my brothers we up in it suddenly
(Suddenly) this bitch wanna pull up and suck
On my nuts and my dicky
I call this bitch a vasectomy
Told this bitch it don't even matter
But she fell in love
She said that she wanna have sex with me
All of my money is up, I told them to hush
Don't give a fuck what you said to me (yeah)
This Richard Mille, this bitch swimming
This shit ticking
I'm taking these Percs daily, every day
I got beef with my kidney
Yeah, just step away, don't talk to us
Yeah, you better hold that fucking tongue
If you don't rock with us
Yeah, my twizzy keep the drac'
It ain't no pops wit' us (Bop bop bop)
I guess y'all hangin' wit' the feds
You steady talkin' to 'em (Woo, woo)
These bitches went out sad
But this lil' bitch I scored
All my diamonds, and y'alls is always rough

I just called my mates up, called my pirates
Bitch, I dress myself I do what I want
Don't need no stylist
Don't let the drugs get to
Your head it's no accomplishment (yeah)
All my brothers stupid rich
We always pop our shit
Every time I hit the store
I'm always copping shit (yeah)
You ain't balling like you
Said, gotta stop it, bitch
I'm done sippin' red, sippin' wocky, bitch
I'm about to take this X
And hit the rocket ship