MIDDLE CHILD

Ah

Oh-oh

Oh, yeah

Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child

By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild

Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house

Got nowhere to stay, bitch

I'm runnin' in your fuckin' house (Bitch)

Ooh, 30s out (Yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)

Yeah, runnin' 'round the city

I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)

Damn, buying shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)

Huh, nigga run up on me

I'ma blow him down

So much cash in my jeans

Louis V., pocket wallet

Niggas hate, niggas bitches

Niggas bitches, pocket watching

Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol

I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now)

Hey, hey, 30s now

30 bands, 30 now (Hey)

Pussy nigga always talking

Why the fuck these niggas talking?

I don't know, pull up slow

Sticks out the window, look what you started

Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out

We gon' burn him down (Burn him down)

30 down, 30 rounds, sending rounds

(Buck, buck, buck)

Hold up, niggas don't want no smoke

Roll up dead niggas when I smoke

Babies, she put it all in her throat

She suck my dick while I'm floating the Ghost

New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (Ice)

These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole

I swear these new bitches be doing the most

Vomit like I'm drippin' snot from my nose (Slatt)

You know I came from the mud with this (Mud)

They never showed me now love with this (Yeah)

I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner

Was selling them drugs and shit (Drugs)

They used to be on some other shit (Uh)

Now they see me coming up and shit (Uh)

I tell them leeches to suck a dick (Uh)

Nowadays they see me dubbin' shit

Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child

By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild

Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house

Got nowhere to stay, bitch

I'm runnin' in your fuckin' house (Bitch)

Ooh, 30s out (Yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)

Yeah, runnin' 'round the city

I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)

Damn, buying shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)

Huh, nigga run up on me

I'ma blow him down

So much cash in my jeans

Louis V, pocket wallet

Niggas hate, niggas bitches

Niggas bitches, pocket watching

Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol

I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now)

Hey, hey, 30s now

30 bands, 30 now (Hey)