Letras
Yeah, this how it go
It's your boy Worf
It's that West to Midwest connect, Stalley what up?
Yeah
Royal Oak, off shore with the rubber band
Slidin' in my shit, feel like Choc in Trouble Man
Ridin' to that shit, singin' Marvin, I'm trouble man
Couple bands on the I, and a hundred bag
On my way to Maryland, the homies in the caravan
I really do this shit, huh, what?
I swear to God I could kill a man
Word to Muggs and my vatos, aw damn
The .45 go blam, hit the block, go scram
Lionheart, I'm Van Damme
Back alley fades turn to wham wham
Fuck is TOMS? We only do Tams
Sugar Grits with my lemonade
Three-wheel motion off of Rosebrands
Keep it pimpin', we don't hold hands, no ma'am
To think I really used to break hoes for four bands
Now I make ten off of shows like I break fans, Worf
Lay the diamond encrusted pendant over the Visvim
Hop in the whip and put up the partition
Was thinkin' about the blog era, threw on Gone Fishin'
Word to Chuck and Mikey, these Jordans, they came straight from Reggie
Blue cherry gelato hit the chest heavy, I'm in my zone
Comin' from the era of makin' millions, puttin' niggas on
The Patek is two-tone, the numbers 5980
5950 Cover my eyes 'cause I be faded
The room gets elated when I enter
Niggas praise the flow, but still remain centered
That's that Midwest, we double down on what we speak
And we spin best
Niggas'll pull up at your mama's crib for the chin check
I stay low 'cause them times pass me by, and I been blessed
Funny how you get more off your name when you spin less
Since '08, gettin' shit off the arm, now that's a big flex
Couple deals, multiplied them all, them some big checks
All from puttin' together numerous words into a syntex
Free all my niggas from the bing doin' they sentence
Watch the ones tryna take a foot when you give 'em inches
For niggas borrowin' flows, pay what you owe, with interest