Libella Swing

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'****er too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****in' hip, it's a Midwest thang

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real

We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's

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

Shit ain't been the same since I signed fo' reel

This shit got ill, when I hit 4 mill

Five and countin', dirty six at will

Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide

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

I hear 'em cryin', "You gon' sell out", ya 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, show me seven, I'll show you eight

Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans

Representin' St. Louis every time I breathe

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'****er too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****in' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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 yo' shit

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 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

TV's everywhere wood grain to stare

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

To the half in them Air force 1's, give me two pair, ugh

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

One rapper, two rings and three chains

Nothing but some ole country boys that ride V-12 horses

Saddle up and put spurs on my Air force's

Back porches made for hide and go seek

We got space out here, we can ride and chief

Ain't gotta worry 'bout 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 lil' Arch

My dirty's 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 be like ay-yi-yi 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-two's on new UP's

With one, two, three, four, five TV's

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'****er too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****in' hip, it's a Midwest thang

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 with the po' po'

Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' ho's

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

Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clear

They had me face down in the skreet

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

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

And that pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps

Gon' give it to this nigga like NYPD

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

It's a Midwest thang, y'all and they ain't got a clue

(They ain't got a clue)

Why my Cutlass blue

And I got them thangs on that muh'****er too

It's a Midwest swang, y'all and they ain't gotta trip

(They ain't gotta trip)

While we swing and dip

'Cause we do big thangs on the muh'****in' hip, it's a Midwest thang