Midlayers - Clay Aiken Lyrics

Someone shot yo man go & pick him up
F*ck the glock man this dirty dan gone lift him up
Scoop the bitches but the sprinter van ain't big enough
I can't bring the strap because the pants ain't big enough
Outside looking in I peep yo man's ain't lit enough
Nutted on her now she tryna ask why I'm in a rush
Diamonds bussin through the f*cking Scat when it's tinted up
I be dropping racks up on her shoes yeah
Told the bitch don't mention what I do yeah
Out the f*cking country nigga tryna book a room yeah
It's piling up this shit get ya daughter talking rude yeah
This a coupe but right into the back she crawling through yeah
And I hear you it's just that the money talking too yeah
How much for the pints I hit the bank withdrawing 2 yeah
Ran the money, with a bad bitch she jogging too yeah
Blow the cake baby
Yapping bout it really hasn't been the same lately
I can't save you I don't even rock the cape baby
For the paper I was going out the state baby
With some niggas all up on the interstate racing
Missionary, ask her how she saw the chain swinging
Never like to make the choppa sing, Clay Aiken
Tryna drop, I got the fans heated they waiting
Someone shot yo man go & pick him up
F*ck the glock man this dirty dan gone lift him up
Scoop the bitches but sprinter van ain't big enough
I can't bring the strap because the pants ain't big enough
Outside looking in I peep yo man's ain't lit enough
Nutted on her now she tryna ask why I'm in a rush
Diamonds bussin through the f*cking Scat when it's tinted up