Midwxst - No Trace lyrics
[Midwxst - No Trace lyrics]
Yeah, woah yeah, woah (Boom boom boom)
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard
Niggas be peons, they stealing the wave
Hated on me 'cause I been getting paid
We don't duck smoke, nigga, we runnin' fades
Niggas love actin' two-faced
Nigga wan' talk that shit, wait
Dispensary gas, this not laced
My shooters never gon' leave no trace
Got a new mask up on my face
Yeah, I don't talk, no, I move silеnt
Diamonds in my ear, they shinin'
I'm royalty, bitch, Your Highness
Niggas lovе to betray my kindness
So I stopped that shit
Made a lil' band in an hour, real quick
Goin' too hard, nigga, I can't quit
Gotta make one call then we with them shit's
Bah i don't want her, I just want her friend
Got some sins that I need to repent
Smokin' gas, know it's heard what I said
Ain't no going back, this is the end
Got a Glock and that shit got a twin
Run up on gang and them bullets gon' send
Got too much anger, that shit really pent up
Uh
Oh oh
Oh oh
I wake up and I'm blessed every day
Gotta distance myself from the fakes
I've been running from twelve and the jakes
Niggas hatin', not on the same page
Breakin' out of my limit's, my cage
I remember them dark ass days
Now I'm rockin' out all on stage
Know I'm rockin' that Rick while
You can't throw fit's
Throw on my mask, we gon' hit that lick
Get off my dick, always wanna talk shit
Niggas don't wanna try
But they wanna come play
Nigga toting that AR, that real gun play
Put water on my neck, that shit feng shui
If you really 'bout this shit, nigga
Slide my way i know shooters that's gon' up
The stick broad day, yeah
You wan' talk me like I'm
Not a hot fuckin' topic, bitch
I'm hot as the fuckin' tropics, bitch
Get on that beat, I'ma talk my shit
The fuck is this? They mad at me
I seen some friends turn to enemies
You cannot fuck with my energy
I'm moving slow off that Hennessy, oh
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard
Niggas be peons, they stealing the wave
Hated on me 'cause I been getting paid
We don't duck smoke, nigga, we runnin' fades
Niggas love actin' two-faced
Nigga wan' talk that shit, wait
Dispensary gas, this not laced
My shooters never gon' leave no trace
Got a new mask up on my face
Yeah, I don't talk, no, I move silеnt
Diamonds in my ear, they shinin'
I'm royalty, bitch, Your Highness
Niggas lovе to betray my kindness
So I stopped that shit
Made a lil' band in an hour, real quick
Goin' too hard, nigga, I can't quit
Gotta make one call then we with them shit's
Bah i don't want her, I just want her friend
Got some sins that I need to repent
Smokin' gas, know it's heard what I said
Ain't no going back, this is the end
Got a Glock and that shit got a twin
Run up on gang and them bullets gon' send
Got too much anger, that shit really pent up
Uh
Oh oh
Oh oh
I wake up and I'm blessed every day
Gotta distance myself from the fakes
I've been running from twelve and the jakes
Niggas hatin', not on the same page
Breakin' out of my limit's, my cage
I remember them dark ass days
Now I'm rockin' out all on stage
Know I'm rockin' that Rick while
You can't throw fit's
Throw on my mask, we gon' hit that lick
Get off my dick, always wanna talk shit
Niggas don't wanna try
But they wanna come play
Nigga toting that AR, that real gun play
Put water on my neck, that shit feng shui
If you really 'bout this shit, nigga
Slide my way i know shooters that's gon' up
The stick broad day, yeah
You wan' talk me like I'm
Not a hot fuckin' topic, bitch
I'm hot as the fuckin' tropics, bitch
Get on that beat, I'ma talk my shit
The fuck is this? They mad at me
I seen some friends turn to enemies
You cannot fuck with my energy
I'm moving slow off that Hennessy, oh
Walk in that bitch with my brothers
We hangin' around with them cutters
And, no, I do not want her, I'll dub her
I walk in in that new Undercover
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard
Had to cut a bitch off, no
I do not trust her might get a gold chain
Shit look like mustard