Middle Of It

(Album: QUARANTINE PACK - 2020)

[Meek Mill:]
(We got Xander)
Yeah
(Yo Nick Papz, make it slap)

I'm not the leader but follow the lead
Popping some shit that's out of your league
Shawty identical, Bella Hadid (Shawty identical)
She begging, telling me "Please"
The Patek keep telling her to freeze (Freeze)
She think I tell her to chill and I'm tryna tell her to leave (Leave)
Woah, woah, woah
Bending in the corner, I (Bending, bendin')
Bending the corner, I drum up some shit
I think you know about times it was lit
Seventeen summers been running this shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I heard lil' shawty was fucking a Crip
Bought her a blue Birkin now I got her whole crew working on me, sucking that dick, woah (Woah, woah)
I do not parlay with thots (I don't)
I'd rather party with Glocks
Hanging with killers and calling the shots (Yeah)
Niggas be beefing with gang, can't go to the club, we in all the spots, yeah
Niggas be beefing with gang, no cuffing no hoes, yeah, all of them thots
All of my homies a hunnid and more (Woo)
Ain't got a honey bun, go to the store (Woo)
Not to demean you but I gotta teach you, if you want this money, you doing your chores
Washing your dishes, the rags and the riches
The Glock with the switches, we handling business
We go on a mission, we don't know no bitches
Now spend like a ticket, we going to court (Yeah)
Dropped in the DM, like, "Fuck is you doing this for?," you know I was going to war
She tried to link me and give me two and a four, I left it in a hole in the floor
Left on the chopper, I feel like I'm Chapo, I got out that bitch and I turn up some more
Went to Miami for four hunnid thousand, to roll up some loud with a boat on the water (Woah)

Blood still treat me like fam, my youngboy go with his daughter (Facts)
Beat the casino for two to four million and text my account, it's slaughter (Facts)
I made a fifty now I want a hunnid, a billi', it go in that order (Facts)
Ha!

Daddy died by a.44, I be living like a warlord
'Member I was shackled [?] up, now I'm back to backing in a four-door
Million dollars worth of jewelry on, no insurance on, like, "What's going on?"
In the trenches like it's regular, people think that I be showing off
All these niggas talking they be going off, gotta blow it off
Left my younging with the presidential at the Waldorf to hit a star raw
Told me as soon as he got it, he dip it inside it and going in raw dog
I give a fuck she an actress, a singer, or model, I pray it don't fall off
Let's pray
All these hoes still fucking
Ran up a check and you know how we bumming
Get to a milli' then run up them Bentleys
I'm fresh outta Philly, you know we ain't running
I see these niggas talk shit on the internet
Catch 'em in traffic, I know it ain't nothing
I told my younging to spin and to let out, as soon as he let out I throwed a little sum (Brr)

Boss in my hood, I'm like Richard Porter
I just fucked a dime for free and she ain't get a quarter
But I still wired the five racks because that shit was water
Gang!
Ha!

[Vory:]
All the money that I sent you, that don't last too long
Pussy good, I might just have to put my crew on
Ten years running shit, and she know that I'm two on
Baby, don't be surprised if I ain't shoot a drop before the team or something
I know you started with nothing
Always starting something but wanna talk about nothing, oh yeah, yeah
And please don't be surprised if I shoot the fucking broads, girl, you know it goes
Girl, you know how it goes, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Shawty for the downfall, she wan' spend her own drug
So please don't be surprised if I shoot or fuck the team, or something
'Cause you started with nothing
Always turning nothings to somethings
Yeah
Oh baby