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It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
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, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for
We got Benz's and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door
Shit ain't been the since I signed fo' reel

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

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

I'm from the Show-Me State, me seven, I'll show you eight
in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin' St. Louis every time I
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

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 ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

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

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the of the backyard
All colors and all like a junkyard
Hot young boy hot young ways
'Cause I connect three blunts and be for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin'
I got a old-school Cutlass, with a in the air
TV's everywhere grain to stare

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

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

Ain't gotta worry 'bout approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

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

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

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on 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 thangs on the hip, it's a Midwest thang

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

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

They put the gun to my ear, you know the don't fear
Nann nigga, hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

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

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

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