Midwxst - Subtle lyrics

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle

Don't need bullets, use my knuckles
Solvin' problems like a puzzle
Don't wan' fight, you don't want struggle, no
Take a flight out to LA
Stay there for a couple days
Then I might go to the A
Makin' bangers every day
Momma told me to behave
Good food on my dinner plate

He say he hard, but he ain't make no noise
Kill them beats, yeah I destroy
Playin' with them sticks, put 'em down
Boy they not no toys
Do this shit, don't got no choice
Gaming, I feel like I'm POiiSED got them
Feel like Wiz, 'cause we them boys
In a couple days, yeah
We gon' turn the fuck up
That boy down bad on his ass
I told him get his bucks up
And I got haters on my ears
I told 'em "Shut the fuck up"
I'm way ahead of these motherfuckers
They can't catch up

Down bad, I know he sad
I know I just made you mad
Trippin', I might take a tab
I'm just playing, don't need no tab
Walk out the bank, and then I laugh
Deposit all of my new cash
Remember fallin' asleep in class
Now I'm chasing that new bag
Got motherfuckers still in swag
All of my exes want me back
But I don't need them in my life
Fuck a thot, I got a wife
Don't care about what you finna type
'Cause that shit will not change my mind
You needa quit, you wastin' time
I'm counting dollars, you get dimes
I'm with Pi'erre, sent that pack
That song you sent me, that shit ass
Don't wanna listen, I might pass
New hoodie on me, that shit crash
You hatin' cause I speak them facts
You hatin' cause you get no racks
Wit' my city on my back
I don't cry, never asked

I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle
I'm in my bag, bitch in my duffel
Like he Uzi, make him shuffle
That boy soft like he a puffle
You get money, I make double, yeah
You want nothing, you in trouble
Step on necks like they some puddles
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle
Don't like flexing, I'm too subtle, yeah