Midwestdownsouth.

Midwest, down south (whatcha got), white and brown
I ain't talking 'bout meth... I got gurbs on deck, and they all on go
They love to take my soul and swallow, drink up, every last drop down to the bottle
It's a synagogue in my 'partment, after that she gon' pray to my partna

And I got a dime on me (dime on me)... just tossed her, turned her
Always land on that head, so I had flip her, stick her, get in that tail
She be calling getting fucked getting railed, hang up, hold up, I ain't finna skate in you
Baby girl need a new bib, I just left her old one soiled (finna go)
She just touched down in my city, text me, tryna leave out her body
Last time I was in her county, let off thirty just like young Curry (splash)
Then I skied off to the Knox, I was slamming like Kane they was all good takers
Know how to sell that pussy, but I ain't add to they profit (can't do it)
I ain't never been to Charlotte, but I'm in this fine Ms. York
She so stuck up, damn near prude, but I bring the freak out her like Baird (she perky)
I should hit up Ms. NOLA, I'm just tryna have sex in her city
Imma go, get fresh just like Carrie, she a saint turned heathen for me, Mr. Big (ahh-uhh)
Still can't not get trib, nigga I'll wait years for revenge
Imma go off wit that head, mane these niggas monkey, 'gon put em to bed (ahhh-uhhh)
Imma tuck em in then hit, all they main hoes like they open
It's a hard life, how I'm coping, pop a new seal then pour it (pour drop up)

And I'm stuck
But a nigga still on point, mane I gotta keep a guard on me they rushing (they rushing)
I be out the way but nothing, 'gon take me by surprise I'm clutching
I know, these ducks hungry, and I'm the only nigga wit extra cheese on the McMuffin (stack bundles)
Everything bigger in Texas
If I move out there imma cop the AR, how the kids got plush doll stomachs (they shooting)
But I can't blame Greg Abbott, nigga can't stand on business
No rick LiV not ableist, I love Crips but I'm not no banger (ahh-uhh)
Niggas getting hung like hangers, imma air dry so freely
Rap don't make no money, imma go pass out CDs (make a flip)
'Ion need much but a push start, and a lil motivation from Kelly
How I'm right back at the telly, 'ion know dawg won't you tell me

Midwest, down, south (whatcha got), white and brown
I ain't talking 'bout meth... I got gurbs on deck, and they all on go
They love to take my soul and swallow, drink up, every last drop down to the bottle
It's a synagogue in my 'partment, after that parlay with my partna (my nigga)
(Ahhh-uhhh)