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ysw flaco - midas lyrics

[intro]
jamal the great on the beat
jamal the great on the beat
flac kickin’ sh-t man
gang
kick it, n-gga
yeah

[chorus]
throw that -ss back, yeah, i like that (ayy)
she lookin’ real good, i might pipe that (i might pipe that)
it’s gettin’ real chilly, where the pipes at? (ayy)
my n-ggas be dumpin’ they pipe out (boom-boom-boom-boom)
you hang with a rat, you contagious
your n-ggas, they hot, that’s triflin’
i had some long nights in the bas-m-nt (bas-m-nt)
my struggle was dark, it got brighter (it got brighter)
everything i touch turn gold, midas
we come and pop up with that fire, lighter
that boy pack so fat, he a liar (he a liar)
sh-t get hard, you just gotta relax (gotta relax)
they threw me the swing now i’m runnin’ it back
you order you a p, that’s gon’ come from the track
you better stay down and maintain, no rats
pop out with the shine, watch how they react (woo)

[verse 1]
you gon’ see the smoke when i skirt off the lot
he asked for some smoke, now he called for some shots (boom)
that sh-t was wide open so i took a shot
when you gone, it’s confirmed you won’t come back (won’t come back)
if i hit your b-tch, she gon’ leave, that’s a fact (that’s a fact)
if we pull out green then we servin’ a lot (servin’ a lot)
made three-fifty, paid one twenty-five
put it on the road, it’s gonna come back fire
i only rely on me, myself and i (myself and i)
these n-ggas don’t hustle, they ain’t got the same drive (same drive)
ain’t no wonderin’, no, i left them out of pride (yeah)
you don’t like pop-ups, why you lookin’ surprised? (why you lookin’)
we gotta ride with that sh-t on our side
he be in the house actin’ like he outside (outside)
i bag it up get it off on the block (the block)
won’t catch me on cameras, servin’ no time

[verse 2]
i’m in the field where you got watch your back (yeah)
you gotta show me you real, that sh-t mean a lot (that sh-t mean a lot)
dump hundreds and fifties and went to the track (uh)
start gettin’ money, gotta switch up the spot
all of my dawgs, they gon’ shine, that’s a fact (yeah)
i sweet talk the plug, watch the numbers subtract (numbers subtract)
i’ll break down that work and i’m doublin’ mine (yeah)
go back to the plug and do it one more time (do it one more time)
gotta look out, gotta duck one time (duck one time)
he got hit with them shots, he ain’t duck one time (boom, boom, boom, boom)
they say i fell off, i’m still in my prime (yeah)
he wanna be me, well he got keep on tryin’
flood the whole bezel, i don’t wanna know the time (don’t wanna know the time)
go for it all, put that sh-t on the line (sh-t on the line)
remember them days when i didn’t have a dime (huh?)
that b-tch so dumb, man, i’m still gon’ get clowned (yeah)

- ysw flaco lyrics

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