Wifisfuneral, Craig Xen - Midday lyrics
[Wifisfuneral, Craig Xen - Midday lyrics]
Hey Cris, fuck you we here
I feel the hit in there, aye, bitch
Yeah, bitch, yeah yeah
Alright, we gotta keep that one
That was perfect
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, oh, yeah, yeah
Alright, ayy yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact how
Much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo)
Drag myself through the days, fade
Burn my soul just like a lighter (Okay)
I was on my fuckin' way, straight
Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)
Can't let them know that this bag on me (Ayy)
Bitches, they claim that they vouch for me
(Woo)
Where was you at in the cell I was sleep?
(Woo)
I was in hell, living drastically (Okay)
Stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat
(Woo)
I came for Cris when I opened the scene
(yeah, yeah) now I gotta pull up with my
Bitch in the drop top
Got two cars on my neck
Where's the parking lot?
Where's my competition? This shit too easy
What a nigga gotta rap for?
Ayy, chop them shit's then pick and roll
Your bitch on my totem pole
Hit up Craig, get them racks
That's all she wrote
PS like from hell with a wish so well
I wake up in the morning
Niggas hatin' already
I ain't do shit to nobody
I keep my focus steady
Copacetic how I'm trying to keep
My life with these problems
Keep piling up 'cause I'm high up enough
They got a price on my body
I'm like "Fuck 'em" (What?)
Back to the cash if a nigga
Really wanna come bust me
Ayy, then touch me (For real)
Do all that shit that you said you
Would do if you saw me
Ayy, you prolly (What?)
Jealous 'cause all of the extra
Shit you been talkin' it didn't stop me, uh
I kept on hustlin', now hunnids
Don't fit in my wallet, uh
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face 'cause a young nigga livin'
'Member I was broke
But it's been a lil' minute
Hatin' on me, leave a hatin' nigga livid
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face leave a hatin' nigga livid
'Member I was broke but it's been a lil'-
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
We ain't do shit to nobody
We keep our focus steady
Copacetic how we tryna keep our
Life with these problems
Keep pilin' up 'cause we high up enough
We got a price on our bodies (God damn)
I feel the hit in there, aye, bitch
Yeah, bitch, yeah yeah
Alright, we gotta keep that one
That was perfect
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, oh, yeah, yeah
Alright, ayy yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
Ayy, I can't stress the fucking fact how
Much I hate my fuckin' life (Woo)
Drag myself through the days, fade
Burn my soul just like a lighter (Okay)
I was on my fuckin' way, straight
Dodgin' 12 and divin' (Okay)
Can't let them know that this bag on me (Ayy)
Bitches, they claim that they vouch for me
(Woo)
Where was you at in the cell I was sleep?
(Woo)
I was in hell, living drastically (Okay)
Stomp on his neck like a kick on the beat
(Woo)
I came for Cris when I opened the scene
(yeah, yeah) now I gotta pull up with my
Bitch in the drop top
Got two cars on my neck
Where's the parking lot?
Where's my competition? This shit too easy
What a nigga gotta rap for?
Ayy, chop them shit's then pick and roll
Your bitch on my totem pole
Hit up Craig, get them racks
That's all she wrote
PS like from hell with a wish so well
I wake up in the morning
Niggas hatin' already
I ain't do shit to nobody
I keep my focus steady
Copacetic how I'm trying to keep
My life with these problems
Keep piling up 'cause I'm high up enough
They got a price on my body
I'm like "Fuck 'em" (What?)
Back to the cash if a nigga
Really wanna come bust me
Ayy, then touch me (For real)
Do all that shit that you said you
Would do if you saw me
Ayy, you prolly (What?)
Jealous 'cause all of the extra
Shit you been talkin' it didn't stop me, uh
I kept on hustlin', now hunnids
Don't fit in my wallet, uh
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face 'cause a young nigga livin'
'Member I was broke
But it's been a lil' minute
Hatin' on me, leave a hatin' nigga livid
Money bag, money bag, hunnid bands in
Smile on my face leave a hatin' nigga livid
'Member I was broke but it's been a lil'-
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Wake up in the morning, niggas hatin' already
We ain't do shit to nobody
We keep our focus steady
Copacetic how we tryna keep our
Life with these problems
Keep pilin' up 'cause we high up enough
We got a price on our bodies (God damn)