MIDDLE MEN (feat. Moee34k & Shawarma.Milk)

They count on me like one two three I know they trust the kid (uhuh) Call my phone I disappear, I been off the grid (yessir) Come right back and hit this shit, I do it all again (fasho) Don't give me no advice bitch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men) Had to run it back (yea) had to double that (uhuh) Had to triple that (thats a fact) I ain't going back (nah) Always talking smack (shut the f*ck up) I ain't going back I'm so far ahead they talk behind my back (yea, yea, yea) All these bitches gon' talk on my name Ride on my dick and they screaming my name Bitches who talk get the f*ck out my face Suck on my dick I don't care who you is Pull up with the whip hit a blunt I don't miss With the gang swerve through the cities at night Got your bitch in the left with her titties and ass Aye Got your bitch in the back (back) She throwing titties and ass (ass) She finna f*ck with the gang You gon' pull up and get a Glock in your ass (Glock in your ass) She wanna roll with the team (team) You know she shaking that ass We rolling a blunt getting high Ain't nobody gon' see us we up in the sky One two three four five lotta bitches now Ain't nobody talking on my name cuz I'm built now Ain't nobody fucking with my name cuz I'm lit now Smoking on this joint yea I'm fucked I'mma dip now I don't really give a f*ck Smoke till I hit a lung Fucking on your bitch She gon' suck with some fucking tounge I don't really give a f*ck Smoke till I hit a lung Fucking on your bitch She gon' suck with some fucking tounge They count on me like one two three I know they trust the kid (uhuh) Call my phone I disappear, I been off the grid (yessir) Come right back and hit this shit, I do it all again (fasho) Don't give me no advice bitch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men) You talk to middle men bitch You talk to middle men You talk to middle men bitch You talk to middle men Don't need no middle men advice You talk to middle men You talk to middle men bitch You talk to middle men You talk to middle men, we don't talk just get the bands Let off shots to get the checks, now we pull up in sprinter vans Don't say what we gon' do we just gon' do it, leave him crippled man Pull off from the scene we don't discuss it, cuz where I'm from thats snitching man He was tryna chase a bag too, he left with different plans And I got plenty chops, every time I shoot I got a different stance 33 shots to his back, I feel like Scottie Pippen man Get hit with 556 or 223s, it ain't no difference man He still gon' drop Gervonta Davis on this bitch the way I hit the box Beat up her brother she say she hate me, I still get the top She say she love em but its f*ck em, she send me the drop We been fucking up they streets so bad, they begging me to stop Straps ready I'm praying that I catch em leave em bleeding out I got niggas mad they wanna fight, show them what 3 about They was going down the wrong path, I chose a different route And y'all got no respect just raise yo hand, it ain't no speaking out (nigga) They count on me like one two three I know they trust the kid (uhuh) Call my phone I disappear, I been off the grid (yessir) Come right back and hit this shit, I do it all again (fasho) Don't give me no advice bitch, you talk to middle men (talk to middle men)