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 niggas, 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 nigga 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, niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga We put ya boy in the cash register, we done changed niggas 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)