Midwest Swing

It's a Midwest thing, y'all

And they ain't got a clue (They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue and I got them things on that motherfucker too

It's a midwest swing, y'all

And they ain't gotta trip (They ain't gotta trip, no)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we keep that thing on the motherfucking hip

It's a Midwest thing

What you think, we live on a farm? ****, be for real

We got Benz, Rovers, and Jags, Hummers and Devilles

Got a green S-Class, ain't broke the door seal

Shit ain't been the same since I signed for real

This shit got real when I hit four mil'

Five and countin', dirty six at will

Did seven on the slide, eight worldwide

I'll be on my third Bentley by the time I'm at 9

I hear 'em cryin', you gon' sell out? Yeah, damn right

I done sold out before and re-comped the same night

Straight hopped the next flight, too Icey for sunlight

Dunkin' without Sprite, yeah, you heard me dirty

I'm from the Show Me State, you show me seven, I'll show you eight

Carats in one ring, heavily starched jeans

Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe

In the city, I touch down, and I bob and weave, hey

It's a Midwest thing, y'all

And they ain't got a clue (They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue and I got them things on that motherfucker too

It's a midwest swing, y'all

And they ain't gotta trip (They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we keep that thing on the motherfucking hip

It's a Midwest thing

I sport my beeper on my boots

That's why I be a buzz when I kick

Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when I spit

Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half Lunatic

Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in your chick

Keep a quarter of some shit, I'm the Pooky of the backyard

All colors and all types like a junkyard

Hot young boy with the hot young ways

'Cause I connect three blunts and be high for three days

You can tell by the way I walk, I ain't from 'round here

Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere

I got a old school Cutlass with a hole in the air

TVs everywhere, wood grain to stare

I don't care, hell nah, I ain't cuttin' my hair

Ten and a half in them Air Force 1s, give me two pair, uh

I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thing

One rapper, two rings, and three chains

We ain't nothing but old country boys that ride V-12 horses

Saddle up and put spurs on my Air Forces

Back porches made for hide and go seek

We got space out here, we can ride and chief

Ain't gotta worry about nobody approachin' us

By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up

And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark

The Lou' is more than the Rams, Cards and little Arch

My dirtys love to spark, and love to sparkle

Love homies Vokal coats with matchin' car doors

We racin' down Skinker, see how fast our car go

Granny like, aye-aye-aye, like Ricky Ricardo

I know you wanna know why we do what we do

You cats ain't got a clue why the Cutlass blue

Brand new twenty-twos on new UVs

With one, two, three, four, five TVs

It's a Midwest thing, y'all

And they ain't got a clue (They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue and I got them things on that motherfucker too

It's a midwest swing, y'all

And they ain't gotta trip (They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we keep that thing on the motherfucking hip

It's a Midwest thing

I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin' a hood rhyme

Waitin' on my connect to deliver that good line

Wish I would find one seed in my weed

Sticks and shit, if I do, somebody bleed

Pull right here, eight pounds of Chinamen

Two stay hittin' some blunts and Heineken

Hidin' in the back was the po-po

Kicked in my do-do, man, they some ho-hos

They put the gun to my ear, you know the Lord don't fear

Nah, ****, nah, ho, let's keep that bullshit clear

They had me face down in the street

Everybody watchin', thinkin' I'ma pull the heat

And leave the D-tects with a leak in the street

And that pussy-ass **** that set me up, my peeps

Gon' give it to this **** like NYPD

Beat the K, fuck coke, now I'm back on my granny porch hustlin'

It's a Midwest thing, y'all

And they ain't got a clue (They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue and I got them things on that motherfucker too

It's a midwest swing, y'all

And they ain't gotta trip (They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we keep that thing on the motherfucking hip

It's a Midwest thing, y'all

It's a Midwest swing, y'all

It's a Midwest thing