Lyrics

Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it Tryna run niggas down and show no pity Built in switchy but I still love semi's Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it I'm tryna triple shit up and take it to I'm tryna triple shit up and buy my momma a store Got different dreams but can't be telling you niggas cause y'all be poor Hold bruh you might just hate on me and then steal my flow Recording these times it was goin Bad wish I turn nineteen in a couple days This shit feel different cause I ain't feel I was goin get to this stage Thanking god this shit happened ion know how I They thinking I'm going crazy but I ain't tell em how I made it to this stage Nigga comparing his gun to mine knowing that lil bitch is a blade Walk down on your two lane then I blow up that two lane Leave him up with a stain if he tryna front up for fame Bullies out here getting they soul took homie you don't wanna be that Please don't put cheese on my food homie I ain't no rat Lift up stick put shit on your dude nigga we got him out his straps Still pressing all my old issues come here you goin get clapped Real life situations nigga talk to himself made a nigga rap Nigga ain't never did shit get off them drugs and start thinking he that Bump fire on my trigger tryn leave your homie face on flat Wanna be the one in the middle we going get up with you Whole lotta bullets they flip his biscuit Knew that shit was wrong still went ahead with it Tryna run niggas down and show no pity Built in switchy but I still love semi's Not the type the go crazy for you to hear me I gave my last to my momma and she ain't even know it
Writer(s): Heez Hassen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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