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[Intro] (Yo, Silo killed this shit) [Chorus: midwxst] Kill that boy, his case is closed I get shit off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes I don't speak on shit I do, you know I keep it undisclosed [Verse 1: midwxst] In that SRT, that demon, bitch He want steam, unload the clip Like SSX, bitch, I got tricks Scratch that boy right off my list Don't beef, I don't politic I'm stacking my cheese, bitch, I'm too rich Hit my target then we dip All my haters on my dick I told that boy, "Shut up," watch his fucking mouth You don't wanna see what's going down, bitch, this shit can go south We gon' hit that boy with all them rounds, his time is running out Already got some money, I don't care about the fucking clout I moved out at eighteen, if I was you, I'd hate me Turbo in the whip, bitch, already know we racing [Pre-Chorus: midwxst] Only getting first, bitch, that's the shit I'm placing I walk in the function and your girl, her hеart is racing, ha (Bitch) [Chorus: midwxst] Kill that boy, his case is closed I get shit off of thе runway, know you cannot buy my clothes I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes I don't speak on shit I do, you know I keep it undisclosed [Verse 2: Bronclair] Ha, ha, did bad in school, don't test me I'm finna fuck on that ho and her bestie I got the sauce, yeah, I got the recipe I leave with your ho and now she missing me Yeah, all these dork ass niggas tryna be me I feel John Cena, bitch, you cannot see me Yeah, I got the guap, bitch, I am too greedy (Yeah) I'm fucking high, but nobody knows Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows I'm at my highs and you at your lows You can't press me, bitch, I never fold Sing like the opera, bitch, I feel like [?] These niggas be pussy, yeah, they not my bros And I can't text you and I can't call you So why the fuck you hitting my phone? Ha, ha, can't fuck with these niggas, I can't I feel like the G.O.A.T., feel like Duwap Kaine Don't touch my rank, you just can't, man Nigga always talk about the same thing You fell off, you cannot maintain Lil' ass kid, stay in your lane Yeah, she think that I'm crazy [Pre-Chorus: midwxst] Only getting first, bitch, that's the shit I'm placing I walk in the function and your girl, her heart is racing, ha (Bitch) [Chorus: midwxst] Kill that boy, his case is closed I get shit off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes I don't speak on shit I do, you know I keep it undisclosed Kill that boy, his case is closed I get shit off of the runway, know you cannot buy my clothes I've been counting all them blues, you know I'm running to the notes I don't speak on shit I do, you know I keep it undisclosed [Verse 3: midwxst] Ayy, fuck it, I finna rap fast Choppas on me and that shit finna blast Leaving that boy broken down in a cast Bitch, I'm a punk, I'm not talking 'bout Daft You should do comedy, making me laugh Feel like Jim Carrey, I'm wearing a mask My brothers really be waving them flags Feel like a rocket, bitch, I'm finna blast off [Outro: Bronclair] I'm fucking high, but nobody knows Only nineteen and I'm selling out shows I'm at my highs and you at your lows You can't press me, bitch, I never fold Sing like the opera, bitch, I feel like [?] These niggas be pussy, yeah, they not my bros And I can't text you and I can't call you So why the fuck you hitting my phone?