Midwxst - hmu lyrics

No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check skin
Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks
I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure
Feel it in my chest baby, I'm different
I'm not like these niggas like the rest

And boy, they think that
This shit funny, boy, you is a clown
And know what we doin' spray a hundred rounds
You lookin' like you is a bitch
You look like you's a clown
These niggas really steal my swag, they
Walk off with my sound, yeah
Why you mad
Boy? Why you copyin' all my swag? Damn
You on my SoundCloud, you been
Listenin' to my tracks, damn
She pulled up to my crib, I'm like, "Girl
What's the plan?" Damn
Don't fuck with 12, no, I
Don't fuck with Uncle Sam, nah
Lyin' out your ass, boy
You cappin' up on Twitter
Mama raised a winner, no
She ain't raised no damn quitter
Gotta make a call
I'm finna call up one of my hitters
Chopper finna warm you up like
This shit is the winter
I only make hit's, boy, I ain't never miss
My niggas pull up with the magazines
We don't need clips
I don't care what niggas gon' say, no
I don't give no shit's
Them bullets rippin' through your body
Shoot them hollow tips

No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks
I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure
Feel it in my chest baby, I'm different
I'm not like these niggas like the rest
No, I ain't worried 'bout no bag
Or worried 'bout a check
'Cause I been countin' up these racks
I ain't known to stress
And I been smokin' on that pressure
Feel it in my chest baby, I'm different
I'm not like these niggas like the rest


I don't wanna talk, no, no, no, no, no
Do not hit me up, don't hit
My phone, phone, phone, phone, ah
I been goin' through this shit
Gon' do this shit alone
RIP to all my niggas, , yeah
I do this for you, I don't do this for me
Niggas love to run they mouth
They talk that shit 'bout me
That chopper gonna have to shoot
Them bullets gonna sting
I got the Chrome Hearts on my fingers
Got it on my rings
Shots gon' spray, no, no, they won't miss
Hatin' on the kid, know they
Don't wanna see me live, no
I get on my mic and then I talk all my shit
Yeah you be rockin' Converse while
I'm rockin' them Ricks, yeah