Midwest Bop
Aw this a Midwest bop
(Yessir)
Aright
Yeaaaa
I'm being blunt fuck the smoke
Spotify numbers doubled up triple, 4
Tryna get paid off of rap this my gift like Christmas
If I shoot my shot I might hit yo misses
From South bend but I'll ball for Detroit like (Yo)
Like I play for pistons
I got my mind made up straight I don't change decisions
No I don't
Yeahhh u got hater vision
(Bitch)
Ima star like gta I make major missions
To success I got aim u can't make me miss it
(Hah)
Told her we was linking up
But
No the fuck we didn't
(Haah)
I faked a visit
Gotcha bitch
Kilt the pussy played it dead
Like possum bitch (haaa)
College bitch wit good brain
She made me smarter
I was tryna make love she said fuck her harder
(Okay baybee)
I'm on the road tryna swipe with a card embosser
I think I want a track hawk now
I had a charger
I tell that bitch what to do like I'm her father
The shoes that I got on my feet you is not gone find them
I'm finna fuck this lil' bitch raw cuz' I ain't got no condom
That's my only choice
Got the bitch in the room she tryna' suck my almond joy
I fuck wit my boy 10k that's my only boy
You ain't had a god damn dollar since unemployed
And you quit yo job you really unemployed
Niggas changed cuz deploy ployed
I told my bitch I'm the road use yo lil' toy
I told her I'm a grown as man I ain't no lil' boy
Bro be in the trap sellin' girl and lil' boy
I seen a nigga smokin quiet his blunt had no noise (What you doin')
Fucked a bitch cuz of my sauce no bean no soy
You fucked a bitch cuz you drug her I should slap heeem
She sucked my dick and you love her
What a tragedy (Hanhahaha)
Ooh Finna ball cuz I'm the answer why u askin me
I don't hoop nomore (No)
Like master p
Bitch throat had no limits she bout it bout it
She got mad so I can
Haaa
She gettin mad for the dick
She pout about it
Here why you actin like that (Here you go)
She wanna make a movie
I don't dance baby
I just it keep it groovey
Go get a fan that can
Blow me like a tooley
From Indiana so I told her like Mike Epps
It's yo booty
Or
It's yo coochie? (I mean)
Somethin
It's prolly the head
I go get money
Fuck what niggas done said
Press the button on his name like messages he turn red
(Ha haaaan)
Ooooh
I been seeing green on the road to get the blues (Green)
Yeaaaa
I been
Married
To the money
I said I do
(Yessir)
Aright
Yeaaaa
I'm being blunt fuck the smoke
Spotify numbers doubled up triple, 4
Tryna get paid off of rap this my gift like Christmas
If I shoot my shot I might hit yo misses
From South bend but I'll ball for Detroit like (Yo)
Like I play for pistons
I got my mind made up straight I don't change decisions
No I don't
Yeahhh u got hater vision
(Bitch)
Ima star like gta I make major missions
To success I got aim u can't make me miss it
(Hah)
Told her we was linking up
But
No the fuck we didn't
(Haah)
I faked a visit
Gotcha bitch
Kilt the pussy played it dead
Like possum bitch (haaa)
College bitch wit good brain
She made me smarter
I was tryna make love she said fuck her harder
(Okay baybee)
I'm on the road tryna swipe with a card embosser
I think I want a track hawk now
I had a charger
I tell that bitch what to do like I'm her father
The shoes that I got on my feet you is not gone find them
I'm finna fuck this lil' bitch raw cuz' I ain't got no condom
That's my only choice
Got the bitch in the room she tryna' suck my almond joy
I fuck wit my boy 10k that's my only boy
You ain't had a god damn dollar since unemployed
And you quit yo job you really unemployed
Niggas changed cuz deploy ployed
I told my bitch I'm the road use yo lil' toy
I told her I'm a grown as man I ain't no lil' boy
Bro be in the trap sellin' girl and lil' boy
I seen a nigga smokin quiet his blunt had no noise (What you doin')
Fucked a bitch cuz of my sauce no bean no soy
You fucked a bitch cuz you drug her I should slap heeem
She sucked my dick and you love her
What a tragedy (Hanhahaha)
Ooh Finna ball cuz I'm the answer why u askin me
I don't hoop nomore (No)
Like master p
Bitch throat had no limits she bout it bout it
She got mad so I can
Haaa
She gettin mad for the dick
She pout about it
Here why you actin like that (Here you go)
She wanna make a movie
I don't dance baby
I just it keep it groovey
Go get a fan that can
Blow me like a tooley
From Indiana so I told her like Mike Epps
It's yo booty
Or
It's yo coochie? (I mean)
Somethin
It's prolly the head
I go get money
Fuck what niggas done said
Press the button on his name like messages he turn red
(Ha haaaan)
Ooooh
I been seeing green on the road to get the blues (Green)
Yeaaaa
I been
Married
To the money
I said I do
Credits
Writer(s): Kasher Quon
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