Mid Drip
Roger that, roger that, roger that, roger that
It's gettin' noisy, huh, huh, it's gettin Noisy
I said back to the mid shit where we all livin
M A L I
Hold up, huh, hold up, yeah
I said back to the mid shit where we all livin Crisis
Where shit fucked up but we still feel like the nicest
The Streets be on some litty shit but I be on that witty shit
Tryna get us to take that take that to banky on some Diddy shit
There's a billi on that middy so I'm shellin
Out the packs
Every mile got structure you can see boys gettin Racks
Boy
Would you boss up and flex
I'm from where it's pill poppin, lean infused sex
Soundtracks be scammers, it's a go clearin' checks
Pointers on the specs, presidential on the wrist
Ice circles round our necks, pockets filled with dog shit
Pushin' old school cuddies, FnN under the tech
Say that shit freaky, love the way she kill that shit that
That shit wet
They be like that's wet babygirl
Boy
Do you know what the Midwest is? Young and restless
We don't even call it Midwest, call it treacherous
Gray skies every day, we only want our pape in one or two ways
Some puff green, some push white, we call that Michigan State
It should be called the Dead Sea 'stead of the Great Lakes
LAN full of depression, city full of hate
The middy got lions, tiger, bears, and apes
Better think, cause those snakes will pace themselves
Don't be bull-headed, cause you'll get hit with them shells
When them pistons don't click, and them bullets don't miss
And there's no king, so the cavalier don't exist
You'll be underlay, underlay, Papa E-I-E-I
Come to the mid witty-Wrong and you D-I-D-I
Got shooters be infants they knee-high, knee-high
My gangers always be down for the sly E-I, uh
I said, ain't too many that can hang with us
Middy niggas notorious
Walk em down, we don't get no fucks
Blitz your granny for the bucks
All the youth know is finesse n' jugs
Middy niggas be scandalous
Middy queens, we be bad as fuck
Pretty face, thick waist, can't be touched
Press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them young niggas spin
Them young niggas don't play about shit
Lil' bro just wanna hit his licks
And press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them young niggas spin
Press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them mid-witty get witty
It's gettin' noisy, huh, huh, it's gettin Noisy
I said back to the mid shit where we all livin
M A L I
Hold up, huh, hold up, yeah
I said back to the mid shit where we all livin Crisis
Where shit fucked up but we still feel like the nicest
The Streets be on some litty shit but I be on that witty shit
Tryna get us to take that take that to banky on some Diddy shit
There's a billi on that middy so I'm shellin
Out the packs
Every mile got structure you can see boys gettin Racks
Boy
Would you boss up and flex
I'm from where it's pill poppin, lean infused sex
Soundtracks be scammers, it's a go clearin' checks
Pointers on the specs, presidential on the wrist
Ice circles round our necks, pockets filled with dog shit
Pushin' old school cuddies, FnN under the tech
Say that shit freaky, love the way she kill that shit that
That shit wet
They be like that's wet babygirl
Boy
Do you know what the Midwest is? Young and restless
We don't even call it Midwest, call it treacherous
Gray skies every day, we only want our pape in one or two ways
Some puff green, some push white, we call that Michigan State
It should be called the Dead Sea 'stead of the Great Lakes
LAN full of depression, city full of hate
The middy got lions, tiger, bears, and apes
Better think, cause those snakes will pace themselves
Don't be bull-headed, cause you'll get hit with them shells
When them pistons don't click, and them bullets don't miss
And there's no king, so the cavalier don't exist
You'll be underlay, underlay, Papa E-I-E-I
Come to the mid witty-Wrong and you D-I-D-I
Got shooters be infants they knee-high, knee-high
My gangers always be down for the sly E-I, uh
I said, ain't too many that can hang with us
Middy niggas notorious
Walk em down, we don't get no fucks
Blitz your granny for the bucks
All the youth know is finesse n' jugs
Middy niggas be scandalous
Middy queens, we be bad as fuck
Pretty face, thick waist, can't be touched
Press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them young niggas spin
Them young niggas don't play about shit
Lil' bro just wanna hit his licks
And press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them young niggas spin
Press your luck, try your shit
Watch how them mid-witty get witty
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Writer(s): Malika Brunson
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