Correction Paroles No Smoke par midwxst

Featuring(s) : DC The Don

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[Verse 1: midwxst]
I got the keys, it feel like I'm Sora
That trigger get squeezed and bullets be soarin'
You send me yo' song, that shit really borin'
VIP, lil' bitch, I'm important
Might get some weed, might get it imported
We don't have problems, we solve it and sort it
If you don't got my money, you getting extorted
Like a Hellcat, know that them bullets be soarin'
Sippin' that Fanta, boy, know what I'm pourin'
You told her to block me 'cause I am adorin'
Hoppin' on flights, you know that I'm tourin'
Hittin' the gas, you know I'ma floor it
Stick for the ripper, I ain't 'bout scooters
I feel like I'm Tecca, I stay with my shooters
Shootin' that rifle, the fuck is a ruger?
I'm in your dreams like I'm Freddy Krueger
Niggas be beefin', they talk on computers
Bro keep a Drakeo, not talking Ruler
Hittin' his head, we gon' hit his medulla
I know you cappin', who the fuck you foolin'?
Like a bubble, you get popped
Uh, making a call on the squad
Everyone tellin' me drop
Uh, uh, I'ma drop it when I want
I run the world, can't be stopped, no
I know my haters, they plottin'
You in the stands, you watchin'
I'm number one in the top ten
Know that I got niggas off bad
Shootin', don't got no damn option
Like a mixtape, know we drop that
Cameras on me like I'm vloggin'
Talk about me, know you bloggin'
Runnin' your mouth to some nonsense
You wanna talk, but I will not listen
Diamonds, they shine, you know that they Vivian
You off of the tabs, lil' nigga you trippin'
Crossing that finish line, crossing that ribbon
I'm living the life that I wanna be livin'
You think you can stop me, boy, are you kiddin'? Bitch, okay

[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Ayy, SRT with the black paint on it
.762, they gon' whip through his stomach
My bitch hella bad, that's how I know that they love it
Shoutout KT, he drop shit like a Russian
When I step on that bitch, you can hear the percussion
Niggas chattin' on Twitter, they keep making assumptions
Lil' Donny laying the blueprint
I went Helen Keller this year, I don't do no discussions
And I got my choppa, so I'm never runnin'
Shit, I got you but got hit up for nothin'
I smoke blunt after blunt, give my bitch a concussion
I can't trip on that ho, 'cause they come out a dozen
Like a record, you get stopped, uh
I make 'em rewind
Like a signal, you get dropped, uh
Hit yo' bitch with a peace sign
DC on the beat, so I had to distort it
Jordan five J's, I be rocking the hornets
I just throw on the fit, now my ego enormous
With gang all the time, 'cause I'm way too important
Half of them niggas that's with you be fake, it's unfortunate
Niggas switched on the gang, now my coupe got a horse in it
Fuck it, okay, I'm finna make some millions recording it
Count up my money, now, mama look, I got endorsements
I'm finna fuck up the summer
Like Symere, this shit was all bad
Call up my bitch from the Hummer
I don't got no service, you don't gotta call back
'Member I was down bad watching anime
Now I'm watching anime in Japan
You a critic, you just like that nigga Fantano
No Disney Channel, put that boy on demand

[Chorus: midwxst]
I'm going up, know that's part of the plan
Niggas don't wan' see me up
So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant
You can say what you want 'bout my songs
But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand
Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin'
Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'? (Bitch, okay)
I'm going up, know that's part of the plan
Niggas don't wan' see me up
So that's why they callin' me a fuckin' industry plant
You can say what you want 'bout my songs
But that shit don't matter because I've been up in demand
Like, ducking no smoke, no, I am not runnin'
Say I'm not hard, boy why are you frontin'?

[Outro: DC The Don]
Donny
Go, go, go

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