Three Blunts midwxst

[Chorus]
You are in the mix, with mid-fucking-wxst
He on the chopping block
He don't wanna get cut, yeah
My brothers still pouring
Filling up they cups
I don't sip no mud
I just roll one up
I just roll three blunts, yeah
Tryna go through ‘em all at once, huh, oh yeah

[Verse 1]
Shawty tryna feel up on my body like she TSA
Why the fuck would I beef with him? He fallin' off anyway, huh
I disappear after I drop, don't got no ETA
I could switch my swag up like right now, put it on anyways
I throw fits for real, I just don't likin' pics for real, huh
Talk my shit for real, just look down at my wrist for real, yeah
No, I'm not even trying bro
If she bad and fine as fuck I promise she will lie to you
I could never fall off, bitch, 'cause my mom said, "I'm proud of you"
Told her that I'm locked in but I promise that I'll make time for you, huh oh-yeah

[Chorus]
He on the chopping block, y- (yeah)
He don't wanna get cut, yeah
My brothers still pourin', huh
Filling up they cups huh
I don't sip no mud, yeah
I just roll one up, yuh
I just roll three blunts, yeah
Tryna go through ‘em all at once, huh, oh-yeah