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It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the seal
Shit ain't been the same since I fo' reel

This got ill, when I hit 4 mill
Five and countin', six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third Bentley by the I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' out", ya damn right
I done sold out and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for
without Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the State, show me seven, I'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I touch and I bob and weave, ay

It's a Midwest thang, and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

I sport my on my boots that's why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos I spit
man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic
Quarter rubber, dick, other half in yo' shit

Keep a quarter of shit, I'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a
Hot young boy with hot young
'Cause I connect blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't 'round here
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I walkin' nowhere
I got a Cutlass, with a hole in the air
TV's wood grain to stare

I don't care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my
To the half in them Air 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou'
One rapper, two rings and three

Nothing but some ole country boys ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put on my Air force's
porches made for hide and go seek
We got out here, we can ride and chief

Ain't gotta worry nobody approachin' us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my a lil' dark
The Lou is than the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My dirty's to spark and love to sparkle
Love homies Vokal with matchin' car doors
We down Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be ay-yi-yi like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You ain't got a clue, why the Cutlass blue
new twenty-two's on new UP's
With one, two, three, four, five

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

I'm sittin' on the front porch, a hood rhyme
on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish I would find, one in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

Pull here, eight pounds of Chinamen
Two stay hittin' blunts and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho'

put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, keep that bullshit clear
They had me face down in the
Everybody watchin', thinkin' pull the heat

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the
And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my
give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got thangs on that muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, and they ain't gotta trip
(They gotta trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest