[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?
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