Midwxst, Tino Szn - Elevate lyrics
[Midwxst, Tino Szn - Elevate lyrics]
Tip Toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
i can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do
Bitch im on a mission to the bucks, now, now
Whole team gettin rich, don’t
Give a fuck, nah, nah
Bitch It’s up now, now
And it’s stuck now, now
Got a brand new rollie on
My wrist, bitch it’s bussdown
Pointers on the bezel yeah they gliss
Man nowadays i think that I’m the shit
See me rockin helmut lang right on my fit
I got too many bands right up on me
I done bossed up on you niggas
Yeah you niggas super phony
I just might pull up in that brand-new lamb
Imma just beat the odds
Got the lil niggas like damn
Tip Toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
I can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do
Fuck what all them niggas fucking do
Chill with all my homies, going up with them
I go up wit my crew
One of the hardest out right now you
Can not even fill my shoes
I don't hear nobody contesting that
Shit so don't dispute
Niggas really mad I'm getting cash
This shit nothing new niggas toting guns
Toting choppas but they will not shoot
Had to leave her on see inside the DMs
Take the clue finna buy a mansion
Buy a crib where I got a nice view
Hop up on the stage
Know that we gon rock shit
If I call the gang
They gon bring that pocket rocket
Go up in this rap shit
Don't got another option
Growing everyday, so don't think
I'm ever stopping, nah
They don't wanna see us prosper
They tryna hold us down
They don't wanna hear our music
They don't wanna hear our sound
Only hating on the kid cuz' I'm black
My skin is brown
They don't wanna hear us speak
Hear the truth come out my mouth yuh
Tip Toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
I can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
i can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do
Bitch im on a mission to the bucks, now, now
Whole team gettin rich, don’t
Give a fuck, nah, nah
Bitch It’s up now, now
And it’s stuck now, now
Got a brand new rollie on
My wrist, bitch it’s bussdown
Pointers on the bezel yeah they gliss
Man nowadays i think that I’m the shit
See me rockin helmut lang right on my fit
I got too many bands right up on me
I done bossed up on you niggas
Yeah you niggas super phony
I just might pull up in that brand-new lamb
Imma just beat the odds
Got the lil niggas like damn
Tip Toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
I can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do
Fuck what all them niggas fucking do
Chill with all my homies, going up with them
I go up wit my crew
One of the hardest out right now you
Can not even fill my shoes
I don't hear nobody contesting that
Shit so don't dispute
Niggas really mad I'm getting cash
This shit nothing new niggas toting guns
Toting choppas but they will not shoot
Had to leave her on see inside the DMs
Take the clue finna buy a mansion
Buy a crib where I got a nice view
Hop up on the stage
Know that we gon rock shit
If I call the gang
They gon bring that pocket rocket
Go up in this rap shit
Don't got another option
Growing everyday, so don't think
I'm ever stopping, nah
They don't wanna see us prosper
They tryna hold us down
They don't wanna hear our music
They don't wanna hear our sound
Only hating on the kid cuz' I'm black
My skin is brown
They don't wanna hear us speak
Hear the truth come out my mouth yuh
Tip Toe to the bag, don’t fumble that
Niggas steady hatin
Told em have fun with that
And they say i got the sauce
Imma run with that
Bitch it cost to be the boss
You better run it back
In a space coupe, swervin down the freeway
I can race you
Stealing swag, you like my son
Yeah i made you gotta boss up on you niggas
Fuck what they do, fuck what they do