Introduction!
It's that nigga who don't need no fuckin' introduction
.40 on me when I step inside the fuckin' function
If he try to snuff, the grim reaper gon' come and touch him
Guaranteed to leave you skunkin', if I fuckin' up it
Plenty reasons why these niggas steady fuckin' duckin'
Plenty bitches tryna hound me all because I'm just him
I'm up on my bullshit now, I need a fuckin' diaper
Steady breakin' bread with - 'cause he my fuckin' sniper
Blow yo' shit back, you can't clean that with a window wiper
Steady slammin' niggas down, bro think he Roddy Piper
In the stu', can't link the shawty, guess I gotta Skype her
She a gift and she got face card, might fuck 'round and wife her
Montreal, just for the garments, move like Michael Myers
It's that nigga who don't need no fuckin' introduction
.40 on me even when I'm not up in the function
Junya Wata make her wanna put that 'huh' up on him?
And without it, bet she still gon' put it all up on him
Need a hundred bands but never need no fuckin' homie
'Long as I got me, I'll never say I'm fuckin lonely
You stay in a box, I post up in the clouds for real
But I'm still alive, and all my shit, it sound surreal
I went and gave it, didn't really need the introduction
Phil Midwest just shit on every rapper in the function
Phil Midwest just shit on every rapper in the function (yuh, yuh, yuh)
.40 on me when I step inside the fuckin' function
If he try to snuff, the grim reaper gon' come and touch him
Guaranteed to leave you skunkin', if I fuckin' up it
Plenty reasons why these niggas steady fuckin' duckin'
Plenty bitches tryna hound me all because I'm just him
I'm up on my bullshit now, I need a fuckin' diaper
Steady breakin' bread with - 'cause he my fuckin' sniper
Blow yo' shit back, you can't clean that with a window wiper
Steady slammin' niggas down, bro think he Roddy Piper
In the stu', can't link the shawty, guess I gotta Skype her
She a gift and she got face card, might fuck 'round and wife her
Montreal, just for the garments, move like Michael Myers
It's that nigga who don't need no fuckin' introduction
.40 on me even when I'm not up in the function
Junya Wata make her wanna put that 'huh' up on him?
And without it, bet she still gon' put it all up on him
Need a hundred bands but never need no fuckin' homie
'Long as I got me, I'll never say I'm fuckin lonely
You stay in a box, I post up in the clouds for real
But I'm still alive, and all my shit, it sound surreal
I went and gave it, didn't really need the introduction
Phil Midwest just shit on every rapper in the function
Phil Midwest just shit on every rapper in the function (yuh, yuh, yuh)
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Writer(s): Phil Midwest
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