Lay Where They Fall (Midwest Boi's)

Lyrics

(Intro)

Ayy… Midwest slidin’ through the rain, boy (skrrt)
Cold nights, cold hearts, trench coat weather (brrr)
Talk reckless, get left reckless (boom)
Yeah… yeah… let’s go

(chorus- 1)

Drop that pussy then I’m ghost, I don’t cuddle after all (nah)
Brodie catch a goofy lackin’, leave him laid where he fall (boom boom)
Dirty money in my denim, county scanners every call (skrrt)
Midwest baby, snow and sirens, we was raised through it all (brrr)
She keep textin’ “where you at?” but I can’t answer that at all (nah)
Hit the gas, switch lanes fast, watch the federales crawl (skrrt skrrt)
Everybody act tough ‘til them black trucks start to crawl (ayy)
Then it’s silence in the street, leave ‘em laid where they fall (boom)

(Verse 1)

Posted on the block with some demons outta Flint (ayy)
Chrome tucked low, smell of woods all in the tint (brrr)
Shorty say she love me, I just laugh and sip the Tris (nah)
Heart colder than the lake when December finally hit (cold)
Bro nem spin quick, broad day, no mask (skrrt)
You ain’t built for this pressure, boy you fold too fast (pussy)
I done seen killers cry in interrogation glass (damn)
And I done seen some real ones turn a Chevy to a casket (boom)
Backroads muddy, police lights behind us (12)
Still clutch steel while my passenger remind us (grrah)
If it smoke, then it smoke, ain’t no duckin’ or hidin’ (nah)
Midwest mentality — survive with the violence (ayy)

(Chorus 2)

Drop that pussy then I dip, I got plays I gotta make (skrrt)
If he talkin’ out his neck, put his face up on a plate (boom)
County line movin’ packs while it’s snowin’ on the interstate (brrr)
Mama told me slow down, but the streets don’t ever wait (nah)
Brodie clutch the wheel tight while I’m loadin’ up the Drac’ (grrah)
You can see it in they eyes, they ain’t really built for that (pussy)
Every loss turn savage, every funeral turn black (damn)
Leave ‘em laid where they drop, we ain’t lookin’ back (boom boom)

(Verse 2)

St. Louis to Milwaukee, all the trenches feel alike (ayy)
Everybody tote poles, everybody earn stripes (grrah)
Cold-blooded shorties tryna catch one every night (boom)
You can lose your damn soul tryna chase this street life (facts)
I got mud on my Timbs from the spots we had to flee (skrrt)
And blood on my conscience from the nights I couldn’t sleep (damn)
She say I’m toxic, I say pain run deep (nah)
You can’t love a street wolf and expect him to be sweet (never)
Quick lil’ hit then I vanish like vapor (gone)
Still duckin’ state troopers and probation papers (12)
Middle finger to the doubters and the haters (fuck ‘em)
Now the city know the name every time we touch a stage up (ayy)

(Chorus 3)

Drop that pussy, grab my coat, then I’m back into the storm (skrrt)
Every opp that wanted smoke got memorials and mourns (boom)
We was young, reckless kids, now them switches fully formed (grrah)
Heard them shots ring loud, now the whole block alarmed (brrr)
Ain’t no peace inside my head, only static and alarms (nah)
Tatted tears on my dogs from the nights we did wrong (damn)
She say “Tony slow down,” but this life keep pullin’ on me (ayy)
Leave ‘em laid where they drop if they think they run up on me (boom)

(Verse 3)

Real Midwest hustler, smell the cold in my clothes (cold)
Pockets stuffed heavy while the pain still show (nah)
Lost too many brothers to them jail cells and poles (damn)
Now it’s “RIP” shirts every time the wind blow (brrr)
I can’t trust a soul, everybody wired weird (facts)
Smile in your face then testify outta fear (rat)
I done seen snakes hide thirty years in the mirror (damn)
That’s why this .40 stay close every time I steer (grrah)
Nightmares vivid, hear the sirens in my sleep (woo)
Paranoia got me pacing while the city dead asleep (skrrt)
Still I stand ten toes, never weak (nah)
If it’s pressure, we apply it every day of the week (boom)

(Chorus 4)

Drop that pussy, hit the road, I got demons to outrun (skrrt)
Brodie hanging out the window with that fully loaded drum (boom boom)
All that woofin’ on the net get a coward overcome (nah)
Midwest winters made us numb, we don’t fear no one (cold)
Blue lights flash behind us, still we pray and keep it movin’ (12)
Every scar became a lesson, every loss became a movement (damn)
If he cross that line once, then it’s over, ain’t no truces (grrah)
Leave ‘em laid where they fall, that’s the code to how we do it (boom)

(Outro)

Yeah… Midwest trenches, baby (brrr)
Cold hearts, cold nights
Either survive or get swallowed by it (ayy)
Leave ‘em where they fall… (boom)
GT vibes