Текст песни Midas Touch - Radio Edit - SmooveDonn

This respect wasn't handed I'm the best nigga out
I just slept with a scammer let me check my account
I was blessed with this grammar all the rest suck I doubt
He talkin' bold to me or homie gettin' decked in his mouth

First off, all that trash you DMV rappers be talkin' in y'all music be straight up cap
Cut that shit the fuck out ASAP
Talkin' bout guns y'all don't shoot
Flexin' with money y'all don't make
Fake ass designe-, maaan cut that shit the fuck out
Smoovest in the DMV the coldest
Ain't none of y'all bars holdin' enough weight to make it out like SmooveDonn
And none of us trynna hear y'all shit
What y'all need to do is learn to spit like Smoove
'Cause y'all ain't fuckin' with em
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Everyday I wake I say it's time to make 'em mad
Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag
I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math
Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag
Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough
Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch
You was never nice in fact
Everything you write's a bluff
I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck

Shoutsout to the hatin' hoes who was sayin' I was goin' out cheap
COVID hit now she siced she can finally buy a ticket down to south beach
And you know she finna get around, niggas pourin' Henny down her mouth (Sheesh)
Big bro said focus up them hoes leaving after your clout peaks
Smoovest nigga in the DMV my game came cleaner than some house sneaks
But my name ain't got the fame so they lay in bed and they count sheep
Real niggas in my clique hoe, no fake vibes stay around me
Had fun killin' y'all the second time so I spent the block for a round three

These clowns don't change up
And meanwhile I been in my bag trynna rebound get my game up
Lil nigga get ya weight up
Told you niggas I was made to hunt
Oh I'm rippin' everything I touch
I don't know who said you lames is tough
But the fun is over I done played enough
This respect wasn't handed I'm the best nigga out
I just slept with a scammer let me check my account
I was blessed with this grammar all the rest suck I doubt
He talkin' bold to me or homie getting decked in his mouth

Everyday I wake I say it's time to make 'em mad
Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag
I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math
Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag
Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough
Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch
You was never nice in fact
Everything you write's a bluff
I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck

You look like the type to cuff
Dude the type to wife a slut
And you get her what she want
Boy you need to tighten up
Smoove just moved his prices up
Every lines a Tyson punch
When I sit and write this stuff
On my life I'm twice as tough

Beat the beat I Ray Riced it (Uh)
Turn a great day into a crisis (Uh)
I got everybody lightning struck like a Migos song niggas piping up
Niggas know I'm the nicest one
Give me the mic and I go dumb
You can get ate like fries for lunch
Niggas is sweet like pies or sum
With talent like this you can't hide the GOAT
You niggas still gotta climb the ropes
If I kill a rapper his body is captive in acid so you wouldn't find a pulse
Matterafact you gonna find a post on instagram and twitter saying I did it
Nah bring it back nigga I'm the post you catchin' a L you don't play yo position
Call me the greatest don't play with my business
Bro play it safe 'fore ya bae end up missin'
She kissin' my face and she came in a minute
I like to skate figure 8 when I'm in it
When I hit the bank it start rainin' out digits
Look at my pay even labels offended
My savings account in a crazy division
Niggas gon' hate when you chasin' yo vision just stay on the mission

Everyday I wake I say it's time to make 'em mad
Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag
I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math
Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag
Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough
Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch
You was never nice in fact
Everything you write's a bluff
I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck