Midwest Sh!t

Move wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, my nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, ain't talking bout presents
They got it wrong, all dogs not in heaven
Move wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, my nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, ain't talking bout presents
They got it wrong, all dogs not in heaven

Big bark, but the bite soft
I treat a niggas life like a write off
Price on my head, nigga yeah right
Try to take mine, that's a dead night
They missed they turn, thats a dead right
Good thing that I took it
They cappin bout they shows, its a shame
Afton booked it
My clout on my name, yo clout on yo page
Yo Followers fake, how much did you pay
65K, 25 likes, I'm not a genius
But something aint right
My sprite, a little dirty
Yo bitch, she hella flirty
We left up in a hurry
Shot my kids in her mouth, no worries
I talk my shit
These niggas playing ketchup
I'm hot dog, My rocks off
When they step up and get embarrassed
They talk I never listen, my neck
It drip, It glistens
They need, To abort the mission
They life, these boys be risking
Damn

Move Wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, Shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, My nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, Aint talking bout presents
They got it wrong, All dogs not in heaven
Move Wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, Shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, My nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, Aint talking bout presents
They got it wrong, All dogs not in heaven

(Watcha Tell Em Nigga)
Niggas want beef, I ain't got time
Busy catching these flights
From the mid to the west
Got levels of fye, from the mid to the best
You think that I'm lying we can put it to the test
Niggas be cappin with reg in they blunt
Nigga quit the cap, nigga this ain't runtz
Niggas be grown still putting on fronts
The fraud in these niggas, this shit be crazy
Boy get a job, nigga, stop being lazy
Niggas ain't out here handing you shit
You ain't really built to handle a brick
Yo dick ain't good enough to handle a bitch
Caught up in the streets
Gettin pressured to snitch
Put you inna jail, Then you turned to a bitch
Cuz you made you some money
You thought you was mitch
But, you gotta move low
When you ride in these trenches
When you gettin' money it bring you attention
Family of opps, shit bring you some tension
Just trying to get dough, like Homer Simpson
Made more in the trap, Then yo granny's pension
Everyday I'm counting ten
Never dwell on a loss or a win
Tomorrow I'm at it again
If a hater hating, hope we ain't kin

Move Wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, Shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, My nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, Aint talking bout presents
They got it wrong, All dogs not in heaven
Move Wrong and we'll bust it
Fire it off, Shit sound like a drum kit
This da digga dumb shit
Catcha body, My nigga gon dump it
This that real midwest shit
Swerve in my lane, We'll meet at the exit
Get wrapped up, Aint talking bout presents
They got it wrong, All dogs not in heaven