Midnight Club (feat. Ot7 Quanny)

Ran me up some racks and I still ain't never relax

10K, had the bed freak, don't go buy her back

Really mastered how I stack

Trapsters we need a plaque

They said that when he was livin' he was that, he a pack

Turnpike, we goin yak, they better try and get me a flat

Leafy only fuck her if her ass fat and she a bratt

How is u a tough rat, they come through shootin', buss back

It's a lose, lose, we ain't squashin' beef fuck that

We the last ****, we gotta hold the whole mob down

Turned gangsters to civilians, he went got a job now

Dracos when we ridin' 'round

If it's up then slide down

'Cause we pullup when they comfortable and think it died down

Yeah, they smoked your brother, now ya family poutin'

Put his bitch ass in the sky he a Atlanta falcon

Aunt hit the fentynal, she caught the Holy Ghost

You ain't chasin money, somebody sold u dough

I'm the goat I feel like Michael J

Cops ask me what's my name I told 'em IDK

They call me rubber band man, but I ain't T.I. though

We got army guns just like a G.I. Joe

And we tryna test 'em out (and we tryna test 'em out)

All they heard was

Yeah, they stretched 'em out (yeah, they stretched 'em out)

Yeah, they checked 'em out (yeah they checked 'em out)

That's what that's about (that's what that's about)

(Uh huh, that's what that's about)

(That's what that's about)

My left pocket look like Terry tho

The chop hit him, spinned him around just like a Merry Go

His soul floating up to the sky, shit they like, "where he go?" (fuck he go)

You can't see him through the smoke you **** here he go (yap)

(Uhh huh where the fuck he go)

(Can't see him through the smoke)

We know who gon' die next, we makin' side bets

Screamin' "Rest in peace smoke" middle of the projects

'Fore it dry, look like mucus comin' out the pyrex

Like flash, like that iphone, he just got a text

Nah, this ain't just rap, this shit way deeper than that

Took it 'cause he coulda gave it to me way cheaper than that

Tryna collect e'ry dollar, we fell asleep in the trap

Sittin' on the crib hours, bro fell asleep in the back

Thet ain't got this in the mall, **** can't afford Saint

I see Ummi see what I got in the bank she might faint

I ain't copping out to nothin', tell my lawyer, "just spank"

Bro ain't got nothin' in his -frigerator, just drink

He try to run, we hit his legs and then we crack his head

I'm trynna chase this **** down like Chico did Craig

We need some Pyrex's and some backing soda

I'm at the table with a plug, he look like baby joker

I got some cash but I'm the same ****

We put ya boy in the cash register, we done changed ****

My favourite movie was "How high", you know I need money

A quarter ticket in all clubs, you never seen money

I never made a rap check but I could make a bricky

I'm out of town with two stoves, it's me, Jake and Billy

And I ain't coming back home 'til the neighbors call the cops

They got tired of all my custos taking they parking spots

I can get you smoked just for a pound of runtz

I put some O's on ya head now, you a Oregon duck

I smell like hundred thousand, this some baccarat

Broski said what time is it, I told 'em, "shot o' clock"

We don't drink no fucking liquor, I'm talkin' 'bout the ops

(We droppas got a thousand drops)