Letra de Middle Man - Cel NoLackin, Jace! & LLC4 Records

(Feat. Jace!, LLC4 Records)

Pull me Mingus, we gon' slide

AJ run that shit up

Uhh

Cashin' out on all strikers, whoever gon' slide, go get them then

"NoLack run his whole block, why the fuck would he deal with a middle man"

I pop percs to go fuck hoes, you pop percs to face [?]

My lil' bro just caught a B, he tryna' suit up and go again

Them niggas be cappin' inside them songs, you rhyme to it

They say my shit turn the streets, so NoLack make that slime music

You want catch a B, just roll with me, and put your mind to it

I could've dropped a bag, and killed his ass, but I let slime do it

Yeah, I let slime do it, coulda' dropped a bag, and knelt him to the floor

Niggas tell lies inside them songs, go tell the [?], go check the score

Was up two at first, caught boy down bad, tell the pussy go add one more

My mom, sorry, that nigga kept dissing my brother, so he had to die by the [?]

How you turned this side to beef, you hood ain't slide, but dropped the diss

Niggas know I'm up some shit, but lil' No Lack still in the mix

I'm too deep inside this war, can't even stop to take no pics

Broski' know just how it go, don't say no words, pull out the—hah

Hah, broski' know just how it go, pull out and blick

Got the switch on back the gun, you try to run, and make 'em trip

I got bullets inside this bag, like fuck, it look like I'm selling zips

I walk out with thirty shots, might swap that bitch out for that [?]

Ayy, ayo, right there, ayy

Ayy, 'bout to talk that shit ,'bout to talk that shit

'bout to talk that shit, 'bout to talk that—

I'm cashing out on all strikes, whenever we want 'em, we take out the play

We scratching off his Striker, these be the ones we use to shoot up the place

These niggas gon' keep on dying, they slide on shrooms like Mike Tyson

Bro shoot shit, nigga keep on [?], know the bitch wanna fuck 'cause she keep on eyeing me

Let the beef get tough, like he eatin' bison

My [?] like [?]

Big guns, [?] sayin' "Try me"

That Mac gon' clap, have him lookin' like Isis

We opp shoppin', these niggas be droppin', they keep on droppin' like flies

And like dice, we play with yo' life, I'm on top, lil' nigga, like a kite

First, you grab you mask, leave yo' room, jump in the whip, get shit goin'

Don't lean out, walk up on 'em, don't scream nothin', better keep shit calm

The work ain't done, spin back, and buck that Drac', like a [?]

Aim high, [?], stand over, just make shit goin'

And I'm jumpin' this shit is [?], and his new car here is [?]

For the murder, might shoot out the Aston

Tryna' kill that shit there'll cost him

Got hit with a ten, he lost it

[?] Texas, the nigga like Boston

And the trap house smell like a party

Tryna' run, leave shit exhausted

Full price, that young nigga bought it

Told the bad bitch, "Get down, top it"

Get money, I'm back on topic

I'm in Houston, ridin' in a rocket

That nigga want smoke, he got it

Put a stint on that block like a [?]

And a young nigga, ridin' that Audi

She wanna fuck when she saw it

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