Artist: PnB Rock f/ XXXTENTACION Album: TrapStar Turnt PopStar Song: Middle Child Typed by: AZ Lyrics Ooh-oh-oh Yeah yeah yeah 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 fuckin' house (Bitch!) With 'em 30s out (Yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Yeah, going round the city, that's where 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 So much cash, in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches pocket watchin' Uh, now I'm talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now) Hey 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now 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 an opp better bounce and we go burn him down (Burn him down) Burn it down, 30 rounds, 30 rounds 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 fuck with a Ghost New buss down yeah my wrist is on froze These niggas is hoes I keep me a pole I swear these new bitches be doin' the most Slimy like I'm drippin' snot from my nose You know I came from the mud with this (Mud) They never showed me no love with this (No love) I had to jug and finesse, was just standing on corner, was selling them drugs and shit (Drugs) They used to be on some other shit Know they see me coming opposite I tell them leeches to suck a dick Nowadays they see be doggin' shit 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 fuckin' house (Bitch!) With 'em 30s out (Yeah), fuck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah) Yeah, going round the city, that's where 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 So much cash, in my jeans, Louis V, pocket wallet Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches pocket watchin' Uh, now I'm talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now) Hey 30s now, 30 bands, 30 now