Midas ft. Jiggy McFly & Dyloo Lyrics

Can't keep cautious, way too risky (Yeah)

Got the block clocked them boys paid in full on God

Wavy surfin', all these baddies off these perkies, yeah

Say the wrong thing, just might bend your curb round 11:30, yeah

Bend the corner, do the dash, 12 seeing how we swerving

Creep on 'Em like TLC, mane I can't let Em see me lurkin

In love with blue hunnids I can't have nothing old

I'm feeling like Midas, everything I touch turn to gold yeah

I know that they watching

I see Em jocking my style like 10-4, but this flow is some shit they can't copy

Beat the beat up, I'm feeling like Rocky

Know they mad cuz they see they can't stop me, yea

Cuz I'm Fenna take off like a rocket ship

I'm on my way up, ain't no topping this

No red light, they know they can't stop the kid

Murking the track Issa habit

Got all eyes on me just like Pac

And I see how they been watching me like a Patek

Get the bag, make it disappear, magic

All these Karats on me like a rabbit

And the competition, they can't stand that I'm up like the attic

So I kill Em off and I make it look tragic

Can't keep cautious, way too risky (Yeah)

Got the block clocked them boys paid in full on God

Wavy surfin', all these baddies off these perkies, yeah

Say the wrong thing, just might bend your curb round 11:30, yeah

Bend the corner, do the dash, 12 seeing how we swerving

Creep on 'Em like TLC, mane I can't let Em see me lurkin

In love with blue hunnids I can't have nothing old

I'm feeling like Midas, everything I touch turn to gold yeah

Know I rock out, my glock out

And yes, I let my nuts hang, bitch, I'm a rockstar

556 up in the whip, I don't stop for cop cars

And niggas capping like they real, bitch, you is not hard

I hold the AR in my hand and it feel like a guitar

I rock out everywhere I go, Lil bitch I keep the metal

I keep a stepper everywhere I go just like a Kappa

Lil nigga I'll turn yo block up right now with this new Beretta yuh

Can't keep cautious, way too risky yeah

Got the block clocked them boys paid in full on God

Wavy surfin', all these baddies off these perkies, yeah

Say the wrong thing, just might bend your curb round 11:30, yeah

Bend the corner, do the dash, 12 seeing how we swerving

Creep on 'Em like TLC, mane I can't let Em see me lurkin

In love with blue hunnids I can't have nothing old

I'm feeling like Midas, everything I touch turn to gold yeah