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Meech
Lil boy you ain't heard?
My plug from San Antonio
I think he play with the Spurs
Thirty-three bitches, just like Larry Bird
I'm sippin' a six
My nigga Skuba be slurred
I had to wash my hands
The residue off the work
Man I said you're good with your lips
She said you're good with your words
I'm lookin' myself up lil bitch to
See just how much I'm worth
I'm start up my day with that
Cookie blunt and the syrup
She startin' off her day with some
Good dick and the perc
Oh baby girl you ain't heard?
We pushin' this work
I'm loaded on beams, sixty thou be the work
I swear she expensive
It's five thousand her purse
Back up young dog, this not what you think
White buffs look like I chipeed
'em off the sink
I flip two times a week, that's Tennessee
Lately I been huggin' the rod
I can't sleep
We buyin' it all, we blowed it on you boys
Niggas been too quiet
We been makin' all the noise
I'm tryna hide my face, I'm on the 'Hound
Came back with eighty racks
Ain't make a sound
Turn around on the blues, double up
That's on the food
I fuck with the herb too
I get that for twenty-two
Probably won't see me if this bag touch
But you might just see me
'cause I'm actin' up
I get paid on the third from before the first
I made hella plays before I
Ever wrote a verse
Calculations every day, put my money first
That nigga ratted on his mans
I don't know what's worse, nigga
Them hitters hit you in broad day
Been thuggin' since hallways
Money long as a hallway
Made it off dog plays
Forty tucked in the Balmains
I give you a bald fade
Really some road runners
Should be in the hall of fame
We really be pole clutching
I up at you running man
You up it on Instagram
We ride in your crib fam
I know some young wild niggas that
Really don't give a damn
Just talked to big unc, he out in Cali
He tapped me in
Them hitters hit you in broad day
Been thuggin' since hallways
Money long as a hallway
Made it off dog plays
Forty tucked in the Balmains
I give you a bald fade
Really some road runners
Should be in the hall of fame