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Midas Lyrics by YSW Flaco

Trap Gifted

2018

[Intro]
Jamal the Great on the beat
Jamal the Great on the beat
Flac kickin' shit man
Gang
Kick it, nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
Throw that ass back, yeah, I like that (Ayy)
She lookin’ real good, I might pipe that (I might pipe that)
It's gettin' real chilly, where the pipes at? (Ayy)
My niggas be dumpin’ they pipe out (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
You hang with a rat, you contagious
Your niggas, they hot, that's triflin'
I had some long nights in the basement (Basement)
My struggle was dark, it got brighter (It got brighter)
Everything I touch turn gold, Midas
We come and pop up with that fire, lighter
That boy pack so fat, he a liar (He a liar)
Shit get hard, you just gotta relax (Gotta relax)
They threw me the swing now I'm runnin' it back
You order you a P, that's gon' come from the track
You better stay down and maintain, no rats
Pop out with the shine, watch how they react (Woo)

[Verse 1]
You gon' see the smoke when I skirt off the lot
He asked for some smoke, now he called for some shots (Boom)
That shit was wide open so I took a shot
When you gone, it’s confirmed you won’t come back (Won't come back)
If I hit your bitch, she gon’ leave, that's a fact (That's a fact)
If we pull out green then we servin' a lot (Servin’ a lot)
Made three-fifty, paid one twenty-five
Put it on the road, it's gonna come back fire
I only rely on me, myself and I (Myself and I)
These niggas don't hustle, they ain't got the same drive (Same drive)
Ain't no wonderin', no, I left them out of pride (Yeah)
You don't like pop-ups, why you lookin' surprised? (Why you lookin')
We gotta ride with that shit on our side
He be in the house actin' like he outside (Outside)
I bag it up get it off on the block (The block)
Won't catch me on cameras, servin' no time

[Chorus]
Throw that ass back, yeah, I like that (Ayy)
She lookin' real good, I might pipe that (I might pipe that)
It's gettin' real chilly, where the pipes at? (Ayy)
My niggas be dumpin' they pipe out (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
You hang with a rat, you contagious
Your niggas, they hot, that's triflin'
I had some long nights in the basement (Basement)
My struggle was dark, it got brighter (It got brighter)
Everything I touch turn gold, Midas
We come and pop up with that fire, lighter
That boy pack so fat, he a liar (He a liar)
Shit get hard, you just gotta relax (Gotta relax)
They threw me the swing now I'm runnin' it back
You order you a P, that's gon' come from the track
You better stay down and maintain, no rats
Pop out with the shine, watch how they react (Woo)

[Verse 2]
I'm in the field where you got watch your back (Yeah)
You gotta show me you real, that shit mean a lot (That shit mean a lot)
Dump hundreds and fifties and went to the track (Uh)
Start gettin' money, gotta switch up the spot
All of my dawgs, they gon' shine, that's a fact (Yeah)
I sweet talk the plug, watch the numbers subtract (Numbers subtract)
I'll break down that work and I'm doublin' mine (Yeah)
Go back to the plug and do it one more time (Do it one more time)
Gotta look out, gotta duck one time (Duck one time)
He got hit with them shots, he ain't duck one time (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
They say I fell off, I'm still in my prime (Yeah)
He wanna be me, well he got keep on tryin'
Flood the whole bezel, I don't wanna know the time (Don't wanna know the time)
Go for it all, put that shit on the line (Shit on the line)
Remember them days when I didn't have a dime (Huh?)
That bitch so dumb, man, I'm still gon' get clowned (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Throw that ass back, yeah, I like that (Ayy)
She lookin' real good, I might pipe that (I might pipe that)
It's gettin' real chilly, where the pipes at? (Ayy)
My niggas be dumpin' they pipe out (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
You hang with a rat, you contagious
Your niggas, they hot, that's triflin'
I had some long nights in the basement (Basement)
My struggle was dark, it got brighter (It got brighter)
Everything I touch turn gold, Midas
We come and pop up with that fire, lighter
That boy pack so fat, he a liar (He a liar)
Shit get hard, you just gotta relax (Gotta relax)
They threw me the swing now I'm runnin' it back
You order you a P, that's gon' come from the track
You better stay down and maintain, no rats
Pop out with the shine, watch how they react (Woo)
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About “Midas” by YSW Flaco

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