Before I Leave the Crib <3
This a young nigga lifestyle
Get up and get it any way how
Yea
I don't go outside, my city going wild
I'm perfecting my craft while I smoke out a pound
Yea, this the new Middy sound
Heat up my bitch, trying to hit him for rounds
Hit up Lenox, you better dodge the rounds
When I hit the highway, man, I drive like Dodge Ram
I can't spend a bag on a bitch, I
I swerve too fast in the whip, I
Made them 808s hit like Burfict, I'm
I'm doing 60 tricks on the dick, I'm
I'm telling my bae that I love him before I leave the crib, these young niggas on demon time
Every time that 509 up in my holster, I just feel safer, like all the time
Do you really feel safe?
Do you really feel safe where you lay at?
Don't come around me acting nervous, I don't play that
I know niggas really stuck where they stay at
Yea
I'm after the bands, don't shake my hand if you don't want that bag, yea
Wasn't with me back then, now they wanna be my mans... I thought I was a fag?
I can't spend a bag on a bitch, I
I swerve too fast in the whip, I
Made them 808s hit like Burfict, I'm
I'm doing 60 tricks on the dick, I'm
I'm telling my bae that I love him before I leave the crib, these young niggas on demon time
Every time that 509 up in my holster, I just feel safer, like all the time
Get up and get it any way how
Yea
I don't go outside, my city going wild
I'm perfecting my craft while I smoke out a pound
Yea, this the new Middy sound
Heat up my bitch, trying to hit him for rounds
Hit up Lenox, you better dodge the rounds
When I hit the highway, man, I drive like Dodge Ram
I can't spend a bag on a bitch, I
I swerve too fast in the whip, I
Made them 808s hit like Burfict, I'm
I'm doing 60 tricks on the dick, I'm
I'm telling my bae that I love him before I leave the crib, these young niggas on demon time
Every time that 509 up in my holster, I just feel safer, like all the time
Do you really feel safe?
Do you really feel safe where you lay at?
Don't come around me acting nervous, I don't play that
I know niggas really stuck where they stay at
Yea
I'm after the bands, don't shake my hand if you don't want that bag, yea
Wasn't with me back then, now they wanna be my mans... I thought I was a fag?
I can't spend a bag on a bitch, I
I swerve too fast in the whip, I
Made them 808s hit like Burfict, I'm
I'm doing 60 tricks on the dick, I'm
I'm telling my bae that I love him before I leave the crib, these young niggas on demon time
Every time that 509 up in my holster, I just feel safer, like all the time
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Writer(s): Micah Harris
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