ROSES ft. Jamahl, WakeUpIDA, Gonzo Banging & Midwest Got It Lyrics

Ooh, yuh, yeah

(Midwest Got It)

New opp packs coming in from the front door

You ain't slide for your mans yet

You a damn hoe

Aw shit, pick yo' bro up

'Fore he turn ghost

Niggas turn to rats, like damn, where the street go?

We got bad bitches sipping tea in the studio

Say you got shooters, I'm like what?

Nigga who you know?

Nigga you ain't street, you want beef?

Best not fuck with me

Got a couple shottas with choppas and they gon' let it sing

Everyday I'm waking up just to stop and smell the roses

Stop a pretty bitch I tell her that I think she gorgeous (gorgeous)

Turned the lights out when she told me she got plans for after

I ain't stupid bitch a man can catch a man acting (what?)

I be up for honesty and keeping shit simplistic (keep it honest)

Lil' bitch to complicated get her out my livings

I thank up for all my blessings, but ain't' no religion (God!)

Chop the block and keep it spinning, it's a T Dub vision (chop the block)

They keep playing with my shit but it's a two-way window (don't play)

You look in and I look out

I'm seeing bigger pictures

Catch that angle, send that signal

I love raisin' hustlers

I put shit up on my back that I ain't never have to (I have to)

Bury burdens, lit that fire, feel like Jesus walking (woo)

Had to get up out that spot I feel like Speaker Knockerz

I might die up off these drugs if I keep living off 'em

I'm gon' get up where I want to, I'm gon' hit and top it (damn)

I spit fire when I talk so I stay hella quiet (wooh)

Tiny bad lil' bitch a freak and she get high up off it (freak)

Smoking zaza, blowing Runtz down, I be smokin' profit

I ain't been this high in years, you kids is my lil offspring (woo)

Thirty thousand diamonds on a flawless AP

And I'm just tryna get a bag so nigga why you hate me?

Sixty thousand dollars when I came from Paris

And I be selling all this white I call it Katy Perry (Midwest Got It)