TI IN DECATUR ft. midwxst Lyrics

Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter

Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur

We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors

Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy

Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act

I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back

All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that

We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats

My bitch got on hysteric, got a white plug his name Eric

He playing with me, I'm doing his ass like Bud, I'm finna air him

The bitch is mine, I don't know why you thinking that we sharing

Yeah, too bad bitches, I paired em, finna spin his shit like Ferris

We ain't buying the shit you wearing, that shit damn near embarrassing

Nigga ain't with pull his weight and his team mad they had to carry him

Treat a pint like a bad bitch, I'm trying to cherish it

These nigga's going out sad about the girls that's trying to marry me

You can't compete when you don't compare

The chop loud as fuck, it sound like niggas beat snares

I ain't playing fair, I don't give no fucks

Never did I once, run that nigga over in a big caddy truck

Yeah, R. Kelly in my Glock, it don't grind, but it bump

He say he got smoke with me, but he ain't say shit to me once

Yeah, Fergo F baby, F for flex, not for front

Yeah, five bigger than four, I'm putting Cinco's in my cup

Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter

Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur

We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors

Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy

Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act

I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back

All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that

We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats

You spill Ferg cup, your life is probably over

Feel like Chief in his prime, lil' bitch know I hate being sober

Had to stop off in the trap and I can still, yeah, smell the odor

These niggas talking this and that, but they ain't never sent one over

These niggas talking about the Nap, but they don't rep it, boy niggas hoeing

I already know that I'm the shit, I don't never have to show it

There ain't no nigga in this shit besides my brothers that I'm owing

And if this shit not going right for you, nigga, where the fuck you going

Nigga, hang it up, cause we don't need you on the mic

I stay out the mix and mind my business, that's my fucking life

Niggas always seem to be on my dick, but that's they Kryptonite

It's not my fault that your bitch won't come and take off my Rick tonight

Got more bread than a baker, I'm serving like a waiter

Yeah, I'm moving like I'm T.I. back when he turned up Decatur

We ducked off with them acres, bitch, I can't see my neighbors

Tell em your life what you make it? So, bitch, stop playing crazy

Yeah, my bitch ain't playing crazy, that shit ain't even a act

I miss her like I miss Act, they both ain't coming back

All that pussy talking sneak dissing, we ain't into that

We pull up just like we roadside, but we ain't fixing flats