Swilk G - Middle Key (feat. Gutta P. Trouble & D-Boy Streetz)

It's Swilk G, bitch, duck
Thanks for choosing we winning, been winning, yes sir, we in it
Vote out to send it, get you some business, a boss of decisions
No pledges, no allegiance, I pledge to the eating
My run-up is lethal, I give you two seagulls
Or pull out my Siegel, that desert, that eagle
And yes, I'm not legal, my gun is my people's
And people shoot peoples, and I won't be loosin
You best to be coolin', my bullets be lootin
And watch how I prove it, but why should I prove it
And watch how I'm moving, now watch how I do it
Bringin' all that noise, you must be missin' me
Done learned a lot of things, cause I got history
Shawty she was with the shit, she would feelin' me
Buyin' low and sellin' high, it ain't no middle key
Bringin' all that noise, you must be missin' me
Done learned a lot of things, cause I got history
Shawty she was with the shit, she would feelin' me
Buyin' low and sellin' high, it ain't no middle key
I got agility, don't be comin' around here
Fuckin' up my energy, you won't get the best of me
I got the recipe, attack the beat aggressively
You should not be testin' me, or it's best you rest in peace
I got Streetz and Gutter P, tell me what's family
That's my G's, they blood to me, I make moves in subtlety
So please don't move suddenly, my vision's tunneling
It is no rebuttaling, my shipments are shuttling
I whip the butter, make em' shudder, cause it's cold outside
I'm in a brand new ride, with a brand new vibe
Come through bangin' that bass, make a whole land slide
They say, Swilk G, that shit hittin', I say, yeah, that's right
Brought work to a little town, Clarke Kent of them Smallvilles'
Thumbs got bruises steady stuffin' them little seals
Got a different hustle, I'm like, which coin is gonna hit next
Had work on deck, now I'm watchin' on that NASDAQ
How the fuck can I be local, I got stamps around the atlas
Some places I done been, know that Google couldn't map this
Survivors remorse, while shoppin' for a Porsche
I was taught by the old G's, passin' on the torch
Literally, put the forks in the road, Maserati
These niggas wanna be Streetz, they all carbon copies
Women that they wanna be wifey, only get me sloppy
I'm bringin' bars back, I got it on lock and key
With a bad chick, out of the way, is where you find me
With all my chains, I wish a nigga would try to line me
With a bad chick, out of the way, is where you find me
With all my chains, I wish a nigga would try to line me
Bringin' all that noise, you must be missin' me
Done learned a lot of things, cause I got history
Shawty she was with the shit, but she was feelin' me
Buyin' low and sellin' high, it ain't no middle key
Bringin' all that noise, you must be missin' me
Done learned a lot of things, cause I got history
Shawty she was with the shit, but she was feelin' me
Buyin' low and sellin' high, it ain't no middle key

Written by:
Phillip Casey, Aubrey Norewood, Stephen Wilkinson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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