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)