Criminal Mindz Songtext
von Duwap Kaine

I′m high-I'm high as fuck, pourin lean in Gatorade
Bad bitch mad she don′t get her way
Bitch, I'm mad 'cause you in the way
My niggas, uh, shootin′ at you snitch niggas
Bullets goin′ through his face
I'd rather fight a nigga before I fight a case
They arresting all my niggas, 12 not playin′ fair
Look at my diamonds, why it look like the fair
Look at this pussy, why he think I'm finna spare
Look at her pussy, why I got something to share
Robbing niggas you can say I don′t care
Too much dope in the blunt it's finna tear
Finna scare niggas shoot the pistol in the air
Fake rockstar bitch keep puttin′ dye in her hair
Hating over there nigga you can die over there
Y'all niggas the police like some spys over there
Look inside my eyes nigga, and I won't see the stare
Whippin′ up the babies, lil nigga I′m at day care
Ride around where you do it, tell the judge we ain't do it
My niggas go stupid, all my niggas stupid Ridin′ round so ruthless, drop-top it is ruthless
Dumb thot she useless, here's my plug you can use this
In the streets I didn′t choose this
Gun on me I don't wanna do it, but I′m really so use to it
Why I feel like I gotta use this shit,
I don't care why I
Use this bitch
30 round man you know i'm shooting shit
Stop that snitching and accusing shit, I don′t care
What the cameras seen bitch
Probably had my hoodie on, probably had a fuckin′ mask on
Robbed a nigga for his Vlone, she came yesterday so today she gone
Ridin round with the chrome, please don't try this at home
All my niggas put one in a nigga dome, criminal
Mindz my mind gone
Go, go, go, go
Oh, oh, come here
Oh, oh, come here
Oh, oh