Lyrics front - midwxst archive
(Wake
up,
F1LTHY)
Yeah,
nigga
tryna
say
he
on
Niggas
wan'
cop
my
style,
wanna
dress
like
me,
lil'
boy,
know
you
my
peon
Brand
new
chop'
came
with
a
new
laser,
bitch,
and
you
know
that
shit
neon
He
tryna
pick
no
side
in
any
beef,
nigga,
what
side
is
you
on?
(Come
on,
Chenzo,
yeah)
Uh,
what
side
is
you
on?
(Ha)
Wear
Balenci',
no
Saint
Laurent
Give
me
all
sticks
like
this
shit
track
I
got
all
pros,
bitch,
got
no
cons
These
Rick
Owens,
not
no
Doc's
That
lil'
nigga
not
what
we
on
You
know
we
ready,
where
you
from?
That
boy
cap,
and
that's
up
front
That
boy
lyin'
'bout
his
funds
Know
he
broke,
that
boy
got
none
And
don't
talk
about
no
sticks,
'cause
my
bro
ready
with
that
drum
Ain't
no
one
can
do
it
better
than
me,
bitch,
I
left
no
crumbs
Only
gettin'
first
place,
bitch,
sure
I'm
not
playin'
tonight
Balenci'
track
jacket
on
me,
just
came
from
the
runway
Niggas
fuckin'
up
my
balance,
fuckin'
up
my
feng
shui
Glock
might
have
a
switch,
you
might
not
know,
you'll
find
out
one
way
Know
this
not
no
game,
but
my
brothers
about
that
gun
play
Yeah,
yeah,
they
ready
to
shoot,
they
got
nothin'
to
lose
Yeah,
shooters,
they
move
in
the
night
like
they
the
Phantom
Troupe
Yeah,
tell
that
boy
right
to
his
face
that,
"I
don't
fuck
with
you"
Uh,
bro
got
one
stick
and
he
don't
know
what
the
fuck
to
do
Yeah,
nigga
tryna
say
he
on
Niggas
wan'
cop
my
style,
wanna
dress
like
me,
lil'
boy,
know
you
my
peon
Brand
new
chop'
came
with
a
new
laser,
bitch,
and
you
know
that
shit
neon
He
tryna
pick
no
side
in
any
beef,
nigga,
what
side
is
you
on?
Uh,
what
side
is
you
on?
(Ha)
Wear
Balenci',
no
Saint
Laurent
Give
me
all
sticks
like
this
shit
track
I
got
all
pros,
bitch,
got
no
cons
These
Rick
Owens,
not
no
Doc's
That
lil'
nigga
not
what
we
on
You
know
we
ready,
where
you
from?
That
boy
cap,
and
that's
up
front
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