Midas

[Hook] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Verse 1] Hop out the whip and I’m letting it spray, He talking tough, now he begging, he pray. “I live for the night,” bitch, I slide in the day, Bullets be flying like birds in a cage.
Blood on the pavement, it’s part of the game, Spinning again just to add to the pain. Glock got a kick, it be breaking the frame, Heard he talk loud, out respect on my name.

[Bridge] Big thiren in this bitch, boy, You ain’t on that shit, boy. You be talking loud, But ain’t ready for the big boys.
Not your average thiren, I be rolling with them big toys. Choppa on my hip, It’s gon’ get yo ass clipped, boy.
(Big thiren shit, bitch, the fuck is you on? You already know it’s big business.)

[Hook Repeat] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Verse 2] Choppa on me, get em tweaking, I know I’m a thiren but feel like a demon. Slide through his block, Leave the whole gang bleeding.
Ain’t no peace talk, bitch, we don’t do treaties, Eyes go cold when the trigger get squeezed. I’m the nightmare that they see in they sleep, Creep on an opp, I won’t make no peep.
Drum on the stick, make it sing on the beat, Hollows gon’ burn, turn his block into heat. Ain’t no remorse when you live in the streets, Was on that block, now that boy on a tee.
You could be too if you fuck with my team, J, E, and FU, bitch, we chasing the dream. Ain’t even dropped but I’m known in the scene, Leave that boy blue like the tone of my beam.
Wizards of Waverly, not what he seems, Like this shit magic, I make that boy vanish. MP5 kicking, it look like it’s dancing, Caught that boy lacking, I feel like Chris Hansen.
Bitch, I ain’t bluffing, my rank really back it.
(Weakling, it’s over… Section Six show no mercy.)

[Verse 3] Got that nigga hiding, Fuck it, then let’s play some Blues Clues. Yoppa on my hip, this .45 hit, This ain’t no deuce-deuce.
Tearing up the beat, I eat it up, I feel like Fufu, Choppa send him to the past, I made him hit the juju.
Knocked him in his Coco Puffs, Cause he was talking coo-coo. Bitch, I got more clips Than them editors on YouTube.
Haven’t spoke a word, But I’m connected like it’s Bluetooth. Bitch, I’m MP5Miyabi, That’s a name you gon’ get used to.
(Bitch.)

[Hook Repeat] I’m tryna make something shake, This MP5 itching, I can’t make it wait. Catch me an opp, put his face on a plate, Ain’t no discussion, it’s murder, it’s fate.
I’m tryna make something shake, Pull up and blitz, bitch, I’m raising the stakes. Mask on my face, I ain’t leaving a trace, “YN crash out,” bitch, I’m stuck in that state.

[Outro] Yeah, I’m stuck in that state. Might be dropping a little too late, But fuck it, make this shit worth the lil wait. Promise you it’ll be worth the delay.
(Big thiren in this bitch, boy, You already know what it is. Bitch, it’s Yabi, MP5Miyabi.)

Fate (prod. 99LA)

White bitch on me, Sydney Sweeney, She don’t need no makeup. The ice I sell could buy your life, Lil pussy, get yo weight up.
I got these niggas ready, Every Friday when they wake up. They like, "Yabi, where you been?" I been busy stacking cake up.

Benji after Benji, I been stacking up my dennies. In this game, you either blow or drown, We call that 50/50.
Bitch, I feel like Mr. Krabs, I need like every fucking penny. Posted with my fucking Thirens, Bitch, we standing in yo city.

We gon blow this bitch up, Pussy, you ain’t got no motion. This bitch call me Aquaman, The way I dive up in that ocean.
Swimming through like hella bands, Choppa big like elephant.
Bitch, I upgraded my money, Now that shit got melanin.

White bitch on me, Sydney Sweeney, Fuck then vanish like Houdini.
Choppa aiming where yo cap at, Bitch, we knock yo beanie.
Bitch gon do whatever I say, I got magic like a genie.
Choppa slice him like hibachi, They like, "Damn Thiren, you tweaking."

(This is a certified Eridu classic. Step aside, you are now witnessing an S-rank in action— the one and only MP5Miyabi, the youngest Void Hunter of… New Eridu.)

White bitch on me, Sydney Sweeney, She don’t need no makeup. The ice I sell could buy your life, Lil pussy, get yo weight up.
I got these niggas ready, Every Friday when they wake up. They like, "Yabi, where you been?" I been busy stacking cake up.

I been busy getting motion, I’m connected like lil ocean.
Bitch, I’m striking hit for hit, Can’t you see the crit is loading?
Bitch, I’m bout my fucking cake, And I ain’t talking bout no Hostess.
In New Eridu they treat me like a goddess, Cause I’m golden.

Bitch, in New Eridu we trust. Talking down on my gang, Bitch, I turn yo ass to dust.
Choppa turn you sideways, Pussy boy, I ain’t the one.
Bitch, I’m MP5Miyabi, Promise I won’t go for nun.

Big Thiren shit. Fuck is you on, nigga?

Sydney Sweeney (Prod. tales link x raygen beats)

Call up my bro I’m like pass me that za 
I keep that stick on my hip like I’m ja 
Talking that shit better pray to your god
You niggas be acting a little too odd
These niggas be talking a little crazy 
I don’t fuck with 12
But shout out to Brady 
2012 this all black Mercedes 
I push it with shades like that nigga baby
Give me a beat miyabi go crazy 
Kinda like Jane it’s up on the daily 
Boy you a bitch you soft as a daisy 
These niggas labubu these niggas foogazy 
Choppa on me this shit talk to me crazy 
Real killer fox you would think I had rabies 

Hold up 
Yeah pass me that za 

I’m eating this bitch and nobody gon stop me
That’s one thing bout yabi I do what I want
Bitch..

I do what i please 
Killing this shit cause it run in my jeans
I’m smoking on flavors that’s very unique 
This Oreo mint got me high as can be
I heard that yo bitch want a thiren like me 
I’m up in her mouth like some damn Listerine
Brain was so good must’ve had a degree
I’m up in a rush like Carter and Lee 
Punchin this shit like my last name was creed

These niggas be tryna copy my swag 
like they yuta 
Boy you a bitch outside this computer 
Think you could beat me 
Boy get you a tutor 
You dumb ass a bitch 
And you don’t get no cooter 

Bitch pass me that fire 
Fucking with yabi be dumb if ya tired 
Speak on the E and i send you to god

go crazy (prod. Frapper smith)

Damn I'm smoking on ether 
The way that I spit you would think I’m a cheetah
Twenty three shots coming straight out this heater 
Bitch I’m official just ask my lil 

Just ask my lil tiger 
Fuck with the gang and you niggas get fried up
The way that you niggas be quacking 
Shit I guess we got fried duck 
I face me a opp
Told my lil brodie to pass me the lighter 
Biting my swag without asking 
boy I didn’t invite ya

My choppa hit notes like Mariah 
Cooking with Yabi 
Fuck cooking with kaya 
In New eridu we going viral 
Ima throw the money in a spiral 
I kept it real calm at first
but honestly I could go shit on you niggas
the only reason I don’t crash out 
Is they told me be strictly bout business 

I’m not like LeBron I won’t leave my heat 
Bitch I’m locked in like the hands on my belt 
You cannot imagine the pain that I felt 
This for my niggas that’s out in the field 
I ran through them streets 
Like I ran through them bands 
You ain’t built for this shit I can tell by ya hands 
Gas got me high I don’t think ima land 
Killing this shit wasn’t part of the plan 

(MP5Miyabi…bitch it’s MP5Miyabi
Turn that shit the fuck up fairy)

Defeating the the odds 
They told me I wouldn’t have made it 
Even if I tried 
I made my own fate cause nigga 
I’m going beyond 
Put this shit on my blade 
Like I put it on god

Bitch I’m official 
Just ask my lil tiger 
Fuck with the gang 
And you niggas get fried up 
The way that you quacking 
I guess we got fried duck 
I just smoked a opp 
Brodie pass me the lighter 
Biting my swag without asking
Boy I didn’t invite ya 
It’s funny I’m ice cold 
But step in the booth and I light it on fire 

Tryna be yabi?
Then copy this flow 
Bout to drop this 
Bitch I’m bout to 4-0
Put on a show 
Like them folks at two-0
Shout out my gang bitch 
We been on a roll 
Keep it one hunnid 
Like I’m on the blue note 
Won’t stop til I’m number uno
Kicking shit with my thirens like judo 
Bitch I’m a dawg in the game call me Pluto 

Damn I’m smoking on ether 
The way that i spit 
you would think I’m a cheetah
Twenty three shots coming straight out this heater 
Bitch I’m official just ask my lil 
Just ask my lil tiger

ether (prod. kye pierce)

I’m tryna light some shit 
I stay with my dogs like Michael Vick 
I’m just tryna fuck 
I won’t wife the bitch 
To be honest I don’t even like the bitch 
This is off of the top I can’t write this shit 
That’s just how it is when I get in my mode 
Oh you don’t like me?
Little nigga then cope 
Ask about Yabi I stay with that chrome 
Just check yo pockets little nigga you broke
Talking bout polys you prolly a hoe 
You prolly a bitch 
I stay with stick 
Me and this bitch like lilo and stitch 
It stay by my side 
I let that bitch sing whenever it itch 
Put some holes in your body 
I make that bitch look just like a ritz
And I ain’t do no dishes 
But fucking with Yabi 
I promise you’ll get yo ass rinsed 
Fuck nigga get washed 
Balling like wemby you finna get crossed 
Betta watch how you speaking to Yabi 
These niggas out here think I’m god 

(This is a brand new eridu exclusive)

Bitch I stay with my dogs like Michael Vick 
I’m up in the booth tryna light some shit 
Put some respect on my name 
Lil bitch I’m a S-Rank
I step on the field and I wipe that bitch 

Run that shit back fairy 

(Understood here are the results)

I’m tryna light some shit 
I stay with my dogs like Michael Vick 
I’m just tryna fuck 
I won’t wife the bitch 
To be honest I don’t even like the bitch 
This is off of the top I can’t write this shit 
That’s just how it is when I get in my mode 
Oh you don’t like me?
Little nigga then cope 
Ask about Yabi I stay with that chrome 
Just check yo pockets little nigga you broke
Talking bout polys you prolly a hoe 
You prolly a bitch 
I stay with stick 
Me and this bitch like lilo and stitch 
It stay by my side 
I let that bitch sing whenever it itch 
Put some holes in your body 
I make that bitch look just like a ritz
And I ain’t do no dishes 
But fucking with Yabi 
I promise you’ll get yo ass rinsed 
Fuck nigga get washed 
Balling like wemby you finna get crossed 
Betta watch how you speaking to Yabi 
These niggas out here think I’m god

Michael Vick(prod.blantwrud)

MP5 up on my side 
It get that nigga hit up 
Dsr up on my back 
It get that nigga clipped up
Choppa like a beyblade 
Bitch I’m tryna let it rip sum
Screaming redrum 
Bitch it’s murder in my system 
You want the smoke Thiren?
Fuck it come and get sum 
Bitch I’m in eridu 
I’m chilling eating dim sum
Could call me general chop
The way I whip this shit up 
I’m John cena with the heat
If you want some come and get sum 

Damn 
Make this Choppa give em frost burn 
I’m tryna tell em do not fuck with yabi 
They do not learn 
This bitch wan ride me like a kawasaki 
But I’m not hers
Grab my blade and slice yo head off
If you even say the wrong word 

Damn MP5 up on my hip 
Bitch on my hip 

Treat you like yo momma “don’t give me no lip”
Dont do no talking 

Dont got no time for drama 
Watch yo mouth lil bitch 

If you talk down on my gang 
Then I empty this whole clip 

Bitch we got sticks 
Like the mystery box
If he really want smoke 
Tell that nigga come shop 
That Choppa my dog 
So I call that bitch chop
My shooter a maid 
She walk with that mop 
These niggas be bitches 
The way they on cock 
I feel like I’m 21 savage 
Opps? I got me a lot 

Bitch 
Shoutout to fufu I let that boy rot 
Promethazine put that shit on the rocks
I body slam shit boy I’m just like the rock
Put a Glock to his give a fuck what he thought 
I blew that shit smooth off 
Aint nothing in his head looks like he forgot 
Lil bitch I’m a demon 
I just left a stain right at the noodle shop 


MP5 up on my side 
It get that nigga hit up 
Dsr up on my back 
It get that nigga clipped
Choppa like a beyblade 
Bitch I’m tryna let it rip sum
Screaming redrum 
Bitch it’s murder in my system 
You want the smoke Thiren?
Fuck it come and get sum 
Bitch I’m in eridu 
I’m chilling eating dim sum
Could call me general chop
The way I whip this shit up 
I’m John cena with the heat
If you want some come and get sum

dim sum (prod.cole)

Up that heater 
Bitch I let it blow
Mp5 up on my hip 
This shit tucked in my leather coat 
Bad lil bitch on me 
I think her accent came from Mexico 
If I don’t like that nigga 
Make my choppa tick like metronome 

Lil bitch I’m a demon 
Been looking for smoke I been fienin 
I’m a pro with the chop 
When I shoot my shot 
Lil bitch you know that I’m greening 

I don’t really give a fuck what he say 
We gon Hawk that boy down like relay 
Spin the block like a god damn beyblade
Ran out of bullets had to switch to my melee

Sipping drank bitch I’m posted in waifei
Cook a flow like every fucking Friday 
I’m a pro in this bitch 
Got my pole in this bitch 
Aint nobody gonna do this shit my way 

Dump the clip of he stare at me sideways 
Mp5 on me singing like rod wave 
Let’s switch the flow 
Let’s see if you niggas can really compete with a god pa-

Hop on a beat bitch I eat it 
The way that I’m spitting 
these niggas do not know
Recording this shit from my iPhone 
I shit on you niggas while in on the drive home 
Shit in my cup got me leaning 
I’m sorry young Thiren 
I won’t pass the styrofoam 
Shit got me nodding 
I might have to slow it down 
It’s slurring in my tone 

Back to back 
I kill this shit 
I do this shit here every week 
Shit I’m smoking heavenly 
Sipping drank my remedy 
Yo bitch hitting notes up on my shit 
I call her melody 
Text me “you remember me?”
I’m not good with memory 
I just want her for the night 
And after that she dead to me 
Niggas bite my swag and say its love 
Lil bitch it’s jealousy 
Call that nigga what you want 
but don’t you dare compare to me 
Lil bitch I’m a real fox 
Could jump on my wave and you niggas would still flop 

I drop me diss and ghost 
My thiren like “damn girl you do the most”
Nigga we winning let’s have us a toast 
Check the logo bitch the enterprise gold 
That mean that we fire 
Just like the flame off a mafuckin lighter 
When I press the TRIGGER thats love for my sniper 
Bullets gon sting like a mafuckin viper 
Too many shots I left blood on the wipers 
Bitch 
I left blood on the scene 
Call my thiren at public security 
“Make sure them niggas don’t know it was me”
In the v and the flow is OD
Working late bitch I’m going OT
Talking shit then we put em to sleep 
Shit in my cup is the only thing sweet 

Put a M on top his head Thats from miyabi 
Make that boy like vegeta
But this aint no DBZ
I get cheese no JCD
Bitch wan ride me ATV
Choppa got him in a panic 
Think it gave ADD
He can’t focus cause the heat 
Thiren smoke em for the breesh 
Betta not come back with no bullets 
Air that shit out like febreeze
Bitch I feel like I’m Drake Maye 
The way I ball out for the team
Bitch I ball out for the squad 
Most these niggas fairly odd 
Aint really think I’d make it this far 
Lil bitch I beat the odds

Walk in the spot 
I’m screaming “what’s up Thiren what’s the word?”
“Yo miyabi what you heard”
I’m all ears bitch every word.

waifei (prod.xoul)

Head tap 
Shoutout yukatec
I got my denim on 
Speak up on my sisters 
Press this button 
It’s gon get you gone
Walk round with my choppa 
So these niggas know the shit I’m on 
If you looking for the smoke 
Im where it’s at yeah bitch come on

If you got a problem with me 
Pussy say sum 
when I up that chop I shoot it 
Lil bitch I’m tryna face sum 
What I say up in my debut 
Lil bitch I’m tryna shake sum 
Betta not talk to them crazy 
I’m gon drac sum bout my day ones

You got a problem nigga say sum 
You acting stupid?
Hit my special bitch I take sum 

Head tap 
Shoutout yukatec
I got my denim on 
Speak up on my 
Speak up on my sisters we gon get you gone
Promethazine shit Thats in my cup 
It got me dozing off
Clash Royale shit 
I’m sipping purple 
I just rolled a log 
If I swear up on my blade 
Lil bitch I mean it 
Like my word is law 
Kinda like the papers that I’m using 
Bitch I’m fucking raw 
Money on me look like wemby 
Shit so fucking tall 
Got the rock won’t pass this bitch 
Nigga no not at all
They like Yabi where you been?
Bitch I been dozing off
Think it’s time I teach these fuck niggas 
On how to ball.

Head tap 
Shoutout yukatec
I got my denim on 
Speak up on my sisters 
Press this button 
It’s gon get you gone
Walk round with my choppa 
So these niggas know the shit I’m on 
If you looking for the smoke 
Im where it’s at yeah bitch come on

If you got a problem with me 
Pussy say sum 
when I up that chop I shoot it 
Lil bitch I’m tryna face sum 
What I say up in my debut 
Lil bitch I’m tryna shake sum 
Betta not talk to them crazy 
I’m gon drac sum bout my day ones

HEADTAP (prod.julioo!)

Bitch I tote a f&n- f&n
So much money on me 
Gotta rub it in- rub it in 
You not my gang bitch 
Who you calling twin?
Calling twin-
Say the wrong word 
we kill his ass again 
Ass again 

Damn 
Bitch I’m up in section six 
So much money on me 
I could steal ya bitch 
Steal ya bitch 

Damn boy 
I could buy ya life 
Buy ya life
So much money on me 
Don’t forget tha hype 
Get the hype 

Damn uh 
Dont you get the hype?
“MP5Miyabi cooking shit” Thats light.
Yeah Thats light 
This bitch wan act like todo ask me 
“What’s yo type”
Told her “green and blue lil bitch my money right”

Yuh bitch 
I’m posted in the street just like a stop sign 
Bitch wan ask me for some shit 
But I told her she not mine 
Shit Thats in my lungs?
Bitch I’m smoking on that top line 

MP5Miyabi lil bitch you know I’m top 5
Not 4
Not 3
You could call me two or one I’ll let it be 

Fuck that bitch so good 
I put her ass to sleep 
Have her screaming 
Have her begging on her knees like 

“LADY MIYABI! PLEASE STEP ON ME!”

Yuh 
Boy you better watch yo step 
You playing foul then they gon call me like ref 
Cause I’m official in the kitchen like a chef 
Use my Choppa like utensils
Bitch I’m slicing off ya head

lady miyabi (prod.threeangels)

You aint ready for this shit 
Bitch I’m big Thiren 
Shit between my hips 
It could have a niggas bitch whining 
Niggas on my head 
Why the fuck they steady dick riding?
Tryna hit my line 
If it aint guap bitch I decline it 

My name up in they mouth
Kind of like some gingivitis 
Choppa on my side won’t make a sound 
Bitch I got some silence 
You got yes men 
What you dropping? They don’t fucking like it
Fuck a round for round 
Nigga imma end this shit like Tyson 

Aint got no time for writing 
Bitch imma open mic it 
Off the top I shit on niggas 
Golden touch I feel like midas 
Speak up on my name straight to my face 
Why do that shit in private?
Bitch I’m really like that 
No surprise I got these niggas hiding 

MP5 I count bandz up in a big body 
If you don’t know my name nigga 
Go and ask ya bitch bout me
Real Thiren real shooter
Bitch I keep them sticks around me 
Got so much iron on me 
Man I feel like Robert downey 

Foot up on the pedal in this charger 
Tryna dodge the county 
Bitch ass nigga said that he gon beat me 
He not Ronda rousey 
Say it with yo chest pussy 
What you gotta say about me?
I’m a real nigga 
Fuck it ima say it loudly 

I won’t do nun for the views 
I can say that proudly 
Pipe down on my phone 
Lil nigga you too fucking rowdy 

Void hunter 
Bitch I got more bodies than a moshpit 
Watch this 
I don’t think that anyone can stop this 

Real shooter 
Bitch I up that drac on like whoever 
I got bitches hugh hefner 
Choppa in my new leather 

Aim it at yo dogs 
Bitch I’m feeling like I’m cruella 
Hatred in my blood 
Swear to god I’m tryna do better 

Sending bullets to that nigga
Like I’m Matthew Stafford 
“Hood nigga” who you foooling?
Glad yo ass is not an actor 

Kept it calm for way too long 
This Codiene bout to make me act up 
Face the facts lil nigga 
Couldn’t beat me with some fucking back up

Smoking opp pack 
Burn it in this fucking grabba 
I just want the kirk 
After that you can fucking have her 
Know your ass a nerd 
You aint ever held a fucking hammer
Cards up on the table and I’m feeling like 
I’m Tony danza 

Bitch I got a full house 
I can call your bluff 
What ya got bitch?
Promise that it’s not enough.
Say what you want 
Gotta pay me just to give a fuck 
Aint talking breakfast 
Lil bitch I got my dennys up

MP5Miyabi

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