PnB Rock - Middle Child (ft. XXX...

Ah

Oh-oh

Oh, yeah

 

(Chorus: PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION)

 

Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child

By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild

Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house

Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I’m runnin’ in your fucking house (Bitch)

With them 30s out (Yeah), fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? (Yeah)

Yeah, runnin’ ‘round the city, I swear I’m lurking out (Lurking out)

Baby, I’m high as shit, I’m off a perky now (Perky now)

Huh, nigga run up on me, I’ma blow him down

 

(Post-Chorus: XXXTENTACION)

 

So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet

Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin’

Uh, not talkin’ ‘bout no pistol, I’m talkin’ 30s now (30s now)

Hey, hey, 30’s now, 30 bands, 30 now (Yuh)

 

(Verse: XXXTENTACION & PnB Rock)

 

Pussy nigga always talkin’, why the fuck these niggas talkin’?

I don’t know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started

Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, we gon’ burn him down ( Burn him down)

30 down, 30 rounds, 100 rounds (Buck, buck, buck)

Hold up, niggas don’t want no smoke

Roll up dead niggas when I smoke

Bad bitch she put it all in her throat

She suck my dick while I’m floatin’ the Ghost

New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (Ice)

These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole

I swear these bitches be doing the most

Slimin’ like I’m drippin’ snot from my nose (Slatt)

You know I came from the mud with this (Mud)

They never showed me no love with this (Yeah)

I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner

Was selling them drugs and shit (Drugs)

They used to be on some other shit (Uh)

Now they see me coming up and shit (Uh)

I tell them leeches to suck a dick (Uh)

Nowadays they see me dubbin’ shit

 

(Chorus: PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION)

 

Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child

By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild

Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house

Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I’m runnin’ in your fucking house (Bitch)

With them 30s out, fuck you talkin’ ‘bout? (Yeah)

Yeah, runnin’ ‘round the city, I swear I’m lurking out (Lurking out)

Baby, I’m high as shit, I’m off a perky now (Perky now)

Huh, nigga run up on me, I’ma blow him down

 

(Post-Chorus: XXXTENTACION)

 

So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet

Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin’

Uh, not talkin’ ‘bout no pistol, I’m talkin’ 30s now (30s now)

Hey, hey, 30’s now, 30 bands, 30 now (Hey)