Lyrics
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This a Meek tape
Bad bitch, she love just how I pop it (boom)
A real street nigga, I ain't never tote a wallet (no)
And all I know is cash, flippin' P's and stackin' profit (gang)
I need a hood bitch with two kids from the projects
Gettin' money in my jeans
My grandad say I can't stop it
Police really watchin' me, the reason I ain't really poppin' (boom)
Got anything you need, bae, you know I'm trap poppin' (gang)
In the game, they say I'm cocky, baby let's go and change the topic (Trap)
Anything I want, I got it, best believe that I ain't jockin' (boom)
I'm a boss just like Gotti, my old bitch say that I'm toxic
Bend it over, I ain't gon' stop you
Baby, show me how you rockin' (trap)
I'm a Carolina nigga, the type of boss that take you shoppin'
For real, nigga
Bad bitch, she love just how I pop it (boom)
A real street nigga, I ain't never tote a wallet (no)
And all I know is cash, flippin' P's and stackin' profit (gang)
I need a hood bitch with two kids from the projects (talk to 'em, Trap)
It's just one of me, yeah (Yeah), but I still go by Tre, yeah (uh)
Livin' life like GTA, but my life not a game, yeah (uh)
Treat your kids just like they mine and buy 'em all the Js, yeah
Disrespect me, I'll still cut your ass just like it's fades, yeah (uh)
Dark skin don't go to church, but she sing like Fantasia
Akeisha, Denisha, can't fuck with no Myasia
I need me a 'Vesha, Alexa, Shardaya (boom)
Take her straight to Lincoln, now then
We go straight to Paigey (on who? On me)
Bad bitch, she love the way I pop it (pop it)
And when I'm in that mode, I'ma take off like a rocket (yoom)
He keep claimin' he the plug, but what's
A plug without a socket? (For real)
Put some T up in his mug, now that nigga stayin' clocky
Yeah, he with me now, real gutta bitch
You won't catch me with no purse (nah)
See me kickin' shit with Trap, then the next day, I'm in Turk'
Put my city on the map, they my cousin like I'm Kirk (the grip)
Put my city on my back, I ain't scared to do the work (on who? On me)
Bad bitch, she love just how I pop it (boom)
A real street nigga, I ain't never tote a wallet (no)
And all I know is cash, flippin' P's and stackin' profit (gang)
I need a hood bitch with two kids from the projects
Gettin' money in my jeans (talk to 'em, Trap, on me)
Bad bitch, she love just how I pop it (ooh-wee)
A real street nigga, I ain't never tote a wallet (let me see)