Middle Man lyrics

[Intro]
Pull me Mingus, we gon' slide
AJ run that sh*t up

[Verse: Cel No Lackin]
Uhh
Cashin' out on all strikers, whoever gon' slide, go get them then
"NoLack run his whole block, why the f*ck would he deal with a middle man"
I pop percs to go f*ck hoes, you pop percs to face [?]
My lil' bro just caught a B, he tryna' suit up and go again
Them n*ggas be cappin' inside them songs, you rhyme to it
They say my sh*t 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
n*ggas tell lies inside them songs, go tell the [?], go check the score
Was up two at first, caught boy down bad, tell the pus*y go add one more
My mom, sorry, that n*gga 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
n*ggas know I'm up some sh*t, 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 f*ck, it look like I'm selling zips
I walk out with thirty shots, might swap that b*tch out for that [?]
[Verse: Jace!]
Ayy, ayo, right there, ayy
[?]
Ayy, 'bout to talk that sh*t ,'bout to talk that sh*t
'bout to talk that sh*t, '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 n*ggas gon' keep on dying, they slide on shrooms like Mike Tyson
Bro shoot sh*t, n*gga keep on [?], know the b*tch wanna f*ck '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 n*ggas be droppin', they keep on droppin' like flies
And like dice, we play with yo' life, I'm on top, lil' n*gga, like a kite
First, you grab you mask, leave yo' room, jump in the whip, get sh*t goin'
Don't lean out, walk up on 'em, don't scream nothin', better keep sh*t calm
The work ain't done, spin back, and buck that Drac', like a [?]
Aim high, [?], stand over, just make sh*t goin'
And I'm jumpin' this sh*t is [?], and his new car here is [?]
For the murder, might shoot out the Aston
Tryna' kill that sh*t there'll cost him
Got hit with a ten, he lost it
[?] Texas, the n*gga like Boston
And the trap house smell like a party
Tryna' run, leave sh*t exhausted
Full price, that young n*gga bought it
Told the bad b*tch, "Get down, top it"
Get money, I'm back on topic
I'm in Houston, ridin' in a rocket
That n*gga want smoke, he got it
Put a stint on that block like a [?]
And a young n*gga, ridin' that Audi
She wanna f*ck when she saw it