[Intro: Larone Burnette]
Clueless (Ohhhhhh, clueless)
Mindless
Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless)
Mindless (Divine bringin' on down)
[Verse 1: Solé]
Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the tihs?
Finna be hella rich made a switch to kill the snitch
Turned out to be a nothing but a hater
I pull the trigger, it bites the liver
To the MO; dead on arrival
Homicidal when we ride taking ya title
It ain't nothing but a thing, 'cause everybody gotta die
Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene
I'm all about the green and the cash
Give it up fast: the no-no, player watch for the po-po
Bring a 'cain dealer as I bring the pain killer
On the low low creepin' affiliated
See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated
Complicated with a buzz, burst until a heater must kickin' up dust
Crushin' competition I'm on, on a mission
Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time
Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I
Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be
Greatest, Mitch hate this
Dope ain't nothin' but a word to me
Really worth to me, gotta rock it up, gotta stock it up
Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin'
No jokin', can't breathe
No more messin' 'round, start chokin'
Everybody that I meet (What you doin'?) dealin'
Everybody peep it: the lyrical context to get hexed by voodoo
No tellin' what's next you're clueless
Clueless (Ohhhhhh, clueless)
Mindless
Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless)
Mindless (Divine bringin' on down)
[Verse 1: Solé]
Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the tihs?
Finna be hella rich made a switch to kill the snitch
Turned out to be a nothing but a hater
I pull the trigger, it bites the liver
To the MO; dead on arrival
Homicidal when we ride taking ya title
It ain't nothing but a thing, 'cause everybody gotta die
Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene
I'm all about the green and the cash
Give it up fast: the no-no, player watch for the po-po
Bring a 'cain dealer as I bring the pain killer
On the low low creepin' affiliated
See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated
Complicated with a buzz, burst until a heater must kickin' up dust
Crushin' competition I'm on, on a mission
Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time
Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I
Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be
Greatest, Mitch hate this
Dope ain't nothin' but a word to me
Really worth to me, gotta rock it up, gotta stock it up
Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin'
No jokin', can't breathe
No more messin' 'round, start chokin'
Everybody that I meet (What you doin'?) dealin'
Everybody peep it: the lyrical context to get hexed by voodoo
No tellin' what's next you're clueless
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