MidWatch

D M BEEZY
Send shots, midwatch, been watchin'
Come outside it's not the time for us to discuss bin Laden
Alright nie' its no denying this bitch will get violent
Homicide the only way to ensure he will remain silent
Choppas, pistols, missiles, finish him
Bitch ain't getting spared why tf she sitting wit em
Bend It over shakin ass let me see you get up wit em
Bitch gotta go 'fore the sun up, I stick to my agenda
Lose sleep over dollars don't stress bouta bitch
Why **** think we locked in when I kick in locked shit?
What typa beef you got? Sticks
Who **** gunnin for? Errbody
Let's see who really care bout em
Put smoke in the air bout em
Wooah
Ime die by the code
Put a silence on the blick won't disrupt not a soul
Fuck a slut I need 2
1000 ones say I do
One of these clear out the room
Let em live I'm in that mood
Benballer, I done fucked up bad bitch I didn't call her I don't
Knock up, bitch I'm coming in regardless
Wanna talk about the field who you think picking the harvest
We do shit different round here Glock stay with the artist Wanna
Be a hero go bury em wit the martyrs & the
Way I'm feeling they not finding no bodies
Bomb squad gone have to come pick up the mortar, Dmbeezy
Choppas, pistols, missiles, finish him
Bitch ain't getting spared why tf she sitting wit em
Bend It over shakin ass let me see you get up wit em
Bitch gotta go 'fore the sun up, I stick to my agenda
Lose sleep over dollars don't stress bouta bitch
Why **** think we locked in when I kick in locked shit?
What typa beef you got? Sticks
Who **** gunnin for? Errbody
Let's see who really care bout em
Put smoke in the air bout em
Woahh
Want beef get the sticks
That she shit **** dyin bout
Wanna eat hit a lick
Beat his ass up wit a switch
I am not knocking on shit
Man I thought **** was on money I'm not arguing bout no bitch
Ha, You can have her you can ask her
Any time she call my phone ion even answer
Keep It panning serial number on that bitch so watch the camera
Where the money at? I'm all up in that bitch
Fillin my sack up like I'm Santa
Hit em up then zip em
Stay late, look like I give a fuck then dig em up
Feel a typa way ask bout the chain like ima stick em up
Then Close range up under a **** chin
Make his head lift the ceiling up
Send shots been watchin'
Come outside it's not the time for us to discuss bin Laden
Its no denying this bitch will get violent
Homicide the only way to ensure he will remain silent
Choppas, pistols, missiles, finish him
Bitch ain't getting spared why tf she sitting wit em
Bend It over shakin ass let me see you get up wit em
Bitch gotta go 'fore the sun up, I stick to my agenda
Lose sleep over dollars don't stress bouta bitch
Why **** think we locked in when I kick in locked shit?
What typa beef you got? Sticks
Who **** gunnin for? Errbody
Let's see who really care bout em
Put smoke in the air bout em



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Writer(s): Dmb Gotti, Kenrick Haylock Jr.
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