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grave plott - midwest lyrics

[verse 1: snug brim]
now how you get it n-gg-, soft or hard?
you one cut off the boat, n-gg-, bostin george
you flaucing your’s, but really, you soft as manure
i know for sure
soldier n-gg-s off in the cors
red rags everywhere, and you one of them suckers
beef with me, we take it there
remember that next time, you fake player
you put a 7 out, automaticly i make it there

[verse 2: liquid -ss-ssin]
on the track with snug brim and skatterman
we bring out them things, watch their whole clique skatter, man
we ain’t playing no games, we train with kali, man
hit you where you stand, the matics to caravans
we gon bring it home, that midwest finest
we’re with the gang, you know, bring you something to clear up your sinous
i’ll give it to you, this pistol give you some gidence
it’s strange with dirty thugs, such a deadly •alliance

[chorus: snug brim, liquid -ss-ssin, skatterman and k!lla c]
now where you at?
midwest
and imma stay representing until they put a whole in my vest
midwest
we gon rep till the death, got this game on lock, we the best of the best
where you at?
midwest
sell dope, cut rope, gun smoke
midwest
from the north to the south, to the east to the west, we gon ride till the death

[verse 3: skatterman]
i know you n-gg-s here to clap to the song
it’s skatterman and snug brim, don’t make me have to clap your dome
i ride around with a strap in the zone
doing home envasions, you ain’t even able to take a nap in your home
we make you sleep with 1 eye open, 1 eye closed
we leave you smoking and froze
that sh-t that i got that got toad, i got 50 in the bank for everyone i fold

[verse 4: k!lla c]
i ain’t afraid of sh-t, that’s a fact
you can throw me in prison, imma act like it’s summer camp
got that beater, best believe us
act like a b-tch, and get sent to jesus
pop a cap off in a motherf-ckin snitch
then i send them boys off, dig a motherf-ckin ditch
don’t trip, i just handle my money and my business
got no time to believe a witness

[verse 5: k!lla c]
blood in, blood out, broken homes
slinging that dope, don’t talk on the phone
cause the fedarellis reep and want you off the street
if they come at me, imma pop some heat
you won’t catch me with my heart still beat
imma go out with my chopper straight singing
shoot fast when i blast, bullet holes in your -ss
jump in the ride, yo, snug, hit the g-ss

[verse 6: snug brim]
i run, you a shooter, get shot
move it a little bit to me, you’re not
i bleed your block, we smoke cheese and glocks
you better keep off, we squeeze and pop
straight out the midwest, 3 to 5
you never speak on my name, n-gg-, please be quiet
we f-ck with graveplott, they evil
you ain’t banging just to bang, that’s no thug alliance

[verse 7: liquid -ss-ssin]
half the industry is p-ssys, soft like baby sh-t
record labels in here hating, playing that shady sh-t
say what you say, bro, you can’t play me, hoe
all we need is a couple n-gg-s from that kc mo
we could show up at your house, cooked up and flagged out
in your spot, zipped up and dragged out
told you motherf-ckers we ain’t f-cking around
so imma go let skatter shut this motherf-cker down

[verse 8: skatterman]
i got k!lla on my left, and -ss-ssin on the right
grave music, gang music, n-gg-s blasting in the night
slang to it, slang to it, be my pashin when i write
show up at the source awards, n-gg-s flashing me they ice
yeah, i’m known for pushing purp, riding with snug
this the midwest, where you and your kids going next
call the boss and tell him what i did, yo, tech

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