Middle Finger Up by Thuggin by Social

Intro

Let’s get it (yeah)

From the mud, out the sticks, I’m committed

Busted knuckles, middle finger up, I did it

Kansas City cold, but the flow stay lit, brrr

Verse 1

Grew up where the corn gets tall, so do the problems

Mama cussin', freezer empty, ain't no one to call, man

Potholes in the heart, driveway full of rust spots

Talk trash, mouth run hot like a crockpot

Shovelin' snow in Timbs full of holes

Liquor store runs at sixteen, break the mold

Quittin' ain't an option, beat it out the dirt

Dreams in duct tape, never iron out the hurt

Chorus

Let’s get it, we don’t give a fuck

Pull up skrrt, gettin' loud in the truck

All grit, no love, no luck

It’s the Midwest stank, middle finger up

Verse 2

My people scrape pennies, Chevy saggin' with weight

Kill the pain, pop a tab, let me medicate

Streets talk dirty, my words spit mud

Bar fight bravado, knuckles cracked, draw blood

Rain don’t worry me, seen worse in my sleep

Boys in the county still rollin’ with heat

Shadows in the alley, got grit in my teeth

Ain’t shit pretty, so I spit it on beat

Chorus

Let’s get it, we don’t give a fuck

Pull up skrrt, gettin' loud in the truck

All grit, no love, no luck

It’s the Midwest stank, middle finger up

Verse 3: Cutt Jones

Pull up with the team, boots muddy as hell

Got sauce in my veins, can’t nobody repel

Out the 913 to the 816, it’s the clique

Slingin' shade at a hater, they can eat this shit

Count scars, drink the cheap, holler loud on Main

Tough as factory smoke, never rinsed out the pain

Paved in ice, our hustle stays raw

Whole crew rowdy, law can’t outdraw

Verse 4: Lo-Key

Tatted up knuckles, jaw broke in the lot

Bar tab runnin', double shots hit the spot

Dog in my blood, wolf when I bite

Swerve with my kin, we live for the fight

Summertime grime with a cigarette burn

Ice in my veins, y’all never gon’ learn

KC anthem, everybody get buck

Middle of the map — yeah, we not giving a fuck

Chorus

Let’s get it, we don’t give a fuck

Pull up skrrt, gettin' loud in the truck

All grit, no love, no luck

It’s the Midwest stank, middle finger up

Verse 5: Big Plate

Posted up at QuikTrip, fries and a swisher

Spit game greasy, pocket full of liquor

Bucket hat low, eyes red like the Chiefs

Whole squad reckless, runnin' with the thieves

Crackheads hustle in the lot for some dimes

I been flippin' these lines since converted them signs

Raised where the lawn chairs posted on stoops

Bone-deep hard, stay cookin’ up the soup

Verse 6: Smack D

Bust a left on Troost, seen more than just trouble

Jacket full of stains and my pride like a shovel

Rims scuffed dirty, never switch for shit

KC on my neck, spit grime when I spit

Grew up with the dust, dish soap in the tub

Tell a fool quick: don’t mistake this for love

See the city stretch, hear that murmurin' cuss

Middle finger stand tall, cause they ain't us

Chorus

Let’s get it, we don’t give a fuck

Pull up skrrt, gettin' loud in the truck

All grit, no love, no luck

It’s the Midwest stank, middle finger up

Verse 7: Miss Red

KC queen, I’m a menace, no cap, no code

Snapbacks, shell toes, attitude overload

Sneak a fifth in my purse, middle fingers in air

Gold grillin’, hawkin’ on these boys who just stare

Smoke in my lungs, got blunt guts in hand

Spit a quick sixteen, let ‘em know where I stand

Skate lot savage, foul mouth, full throttle

Drop jaws in the circle, chug brown from the bottle

Outro: All

Yeah we rowdy like a brawl in the lot

Raised tough, every scar, every shot

KC ridin’ no matter the luck

Grip the wheel ‘til the sun come up

Fuck what they talkin’, we live for the mud

Middle finger high, never beggin’ for love

From the lot to the lane, from the cradle to rut

This that Kansas City shit, we don’t give a fuck