Out Ya Neck ( Midwest Boi's)

Lyrics

Intro

(Ayy)
Yeah, Midwest baby
Ope, there you go talkin’ reckless again
(Boi stop it)
Gang in this bih’
Skrrt, skrrt

Verse 1

Quit talkin’ out ya neck, lil’ boy you ain’t onnat (nah)
Catch you at the gas station posted by the laundromat (what?)
You was woofin’ online, now you quiet face to face (ha)
Whole hood know you cappin’, you ain’t never caught a case
I’m slidin’ down the backroad smokin’ woods to the face (phew)
You be steady pillow talkin’, we don’t move that way
Bro nem’ in the Charger with the bass turned up (skrrt)
Talk slick in the Midwest get yo’ jaw mushed up

Chorus 1

Quit talkin’ out ya neck, we don’t play like dat (nah)
Everybody tough online, but ain’t outside like dat (where you at?)
Ope, there go dude cappin’, better fall it back
Midwest steppin’ heavy, yeah the whole squad strapped (boom)

Verse 2

Boy goofy asl, steady tweakin’ off pride (dummy)
Say you run the city but be hidin’ inside
We was posted on the ave servin’ packs in the cold
You was frontin’ for them hoes while the real ones got goals
Ion even do the woofin’, I just pull up wit’ smoke (skrrt)
Mfs always got opinions till they see us approach
From the crib to the corner everybody know facts
If you talkin’ out ya neck then you better stand onnat

Chorus 2

Talkin’ crazy get you rolled on quick (real quick)
You ain’t gang, stop claimin’ that ish (cap)
Whole team ten toes never fold no switch
Midwest made, we legit, no counterfeit (nah)

Verse 3

You be all bark, no bite, no action (none)
Instagram thug, whole image be actin’
Meanwhile I’m really in the field wit’ the guys
Late nights, dark tint, blowin’ smoke to the sky
Ope, excuse me, had to flex one time (one time)
Mfs hate hard when you really gon’ shine
You can miss me wit’ the chatter, I ain’t hearin’ dat noise
Too busy countin’ blue faces ridin’ wit’ the boys

Chorus 3

Quit woofin’, quit cappin’, quit talkin’ slick (quit it)
Everybody got a gun, who really gon’ blick? (who?)
Midwest vibes, cold hearts, real trench ish
Better watch ya mouth ‘fore it turn to a hit (boom)

Verse 4

I done seen fake love turn snakes real fast (fast)
That’s why I keep it solid, never speak on my stash
You can catch me at the store grabbin’ Backwoods and Faygo (ayy)
Still mobbin’ through the city bumpin’ old-school payroll
You ain’t really with the drama, stop frontin’ for clout (cap)
Every time the gang slide they conveniently out
So if you got somethin’ to say better say it direct
‘Cause around here we clown mfs talkin’ out they neck (haha)

Chorus 4

Quit talkin’ out ya neck, boy stand on business (stand on it)
Whole Midwest outside, can’t nobody dim us (nah)
Ope, there go another lame tryna diss us
Till the gang pull up deep and everybody gettin’ timid (skrrt, boom)

Outro

Yeah… Midwest steppin’
Quit all that woofin’ online
You know the vibes
(Gang, gang)