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It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them on that muh'fucker too

It's a swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for
We got Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green S Class, ain't broke the door
Shit ain't been the since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, I hit 4 mill
and countin', dirty six at will
Did on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya right
I done sold out before and the same night
hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight
Dunkin' Sprite, yeah you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show-Me State, show me seven, I'll you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily jeans
Representin' St. Louis time I breathe
In the city, I down and I bob and weave, ay

a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on that too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
we swing and dip
'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin' hip, a Midwest thang

I sport my beeper on my boots why I be a buzz when I kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos I spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo'

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the pooky of the
All colors and all like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young
I connect three blunts and be high for three days

You can by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here
Probably tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school Cutlass, a hole in the air
TV's everywhere wood to stare

I care, hell naw I ain't cuttin' my hair
To the half in Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh
I'm from the Lou' and I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three

Nothing but some ole boys that ride V-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my Air
Back made for hide and go seek
We got out here, we can ride and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody us
By the time they up, we smoked it up
And my be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more the Rams, Cards and lil' Arch

My love to spark and love to sparkle
Love Vokal coats with matchin' car doors
We racin' Skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like ay-yi-yi like Ricky

I know you wanna why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue, why the blue
Brand new on new UP's
one, two, three, four, five TV's

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a
(They got a clue)
Why my Cutlass
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang

I'm on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme
Waitin' on my connect to deliver good line
I would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit if I do somebody

Pull right here, pounds of Chinamen
Two hittin' some blunts and Heineken
in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they ho' ho's

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit
They had me down in the skreet
Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma the heat

And leave the D-tects a leak in the skreet
And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my
give it to this nigga like NYPD
Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue
(They got a clue)
Why my blue
And I got them thangs on muh'fucker too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and ain't gotta trip
(They ain't trip)
While we and dip
'Cause we do big on the muh'fuckin' hip, it's a Midwest thang