MIDAS TOUCH

This respect wasn't handed I'm the best nigga out I just slept with a scammer let me check my account I was blessed with this grammar all the rest suck I doubt He talkin' bold to me or homie gettin' decked in his mouth First off, all that trash you DMV rappers be talkin' in y'all music be straight up cap Cut that shit the fuck out ASAP Talkin' bout guns y'all don't shoot Flexin' with money y'all don't make Fake ass designe-, maaan cut that shit the fuck out Smoovest in the DMV the coldest Ain't none of y'all bars holdin' enough weight to make it out like SmooveDonn And none of us trynna hear y'all shit What y'all need to do is learn to spit like Smoove 'Cause y'all ain't fuckin' with em Period Bi- Everyday I wake I say its time to make 'em mad Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch You was never nice in fact Everything you write's a bluff I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck Shoutsout to the hatin' hoes who was sayin' I was goin' out cheap COVID hit now she siced she can finally buy a ticket down to south beach And you know she finna get around, niggas pourin' Henny down her mouth (sheesh) Big bro said focus up them hoes leaving after your clout peaks Smoovest nigga in the DMV my game came cleaner than some house sneaks But my name ain't got the fame so they lay in bed and they count sheep Real niggas in my clique hoe, no fake vibes stay around me Had fun killin' y'all the second time so I spent the block for a round three These clowns don't change up And meanwhile I been in my bag trynna rebound get my game up Lil nigga get ya weight up Told you niggas I was made to hunt Oh I'm rippin' everything I touch I don't know who said you lames is tough But the fun is over I done played enough This respect wasn't handed I'm the best nigga out I just slept with a scammer let me check my account I was blessed with this grammar all the rest suck I doubt He talkin' bold to me or homie getting decked in his mouth Everyday I wake I say it's time to make 'em mad Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch You was never nice in fact Everything you write's a bluff I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck You look like the type to cuff Dude the type to wife a slut And you get her what she want Boy you need to tighten up Smoove just moved his prices up Every lines a Tyson punch When I sit and write this stuff On my life I'm twice as tough Beat the beat I Ray Riced it (Uh) Turn a great day into a crisis (Uh) I got everybody lightning struck like a Migos song niggas piping up Niggas know I'm the nicest one Give me the mic and I go dumb You can get ate like fries for lunch Niggas is sweet like pies or sum With talent like this you can't hide the GOAT You niggas still gotta climb the ropes If I kill a rapper his body is captive in acid so you wouldn't find a pulse Matterafact you gonna find a post on instagram and twitter saying I did it Nah bring it back nigga I'm the post you catchin' a L you don't play yo position Call me the greatest don't play with my business Bro play it safe 'fore ya bae end up missin' She kissin' my face and she came in a minute I like to skate figure 8 when I'm in it When I hit the bank it start rainin' out digits Look at my pay even labels offended My savings account in a crazy division Niggas gon' hate when you chasin' yo vision just stay on the mission Everyday I wake I say it's time to make 'em mad Threw on my kicks and left the crib its time to chase a bag I subtracted all you rappers like its basic math Coulda told 'em I cracked his shawty but I hate to brag Try to spit the truth but niggas saying I ain't hype enough Every word I write is going gold I got the Midas Touch You was never nice in fact Everything you write's a bluff I can never run from smoke you lookin' like the type to duck