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Uhh
Meek milly
Yeah yeah
Philly in this b***h
Yeah
Yeah
Leggo uh
They ain't f**king with me new orleans N O
Old school b***h I let her blow me like nintendo
Black panamera me &maggo getting litto
Switching lanes in that thang 5 percet on the window
I got 20 on my pocket 30 on wrist 50 on my neck keep it 100 in this b***h
Hey listen we don't do no talking I'm just running up in your s**t
And I was never in the walking I'm just running up in your b***h
I said my swagger on the fitted money in the limit
Real n***a every day startin to the finish
You should hear this rarri when I'm starting up the engine
Sounding like a motherf**ker lion barking all up in it
Make a dollar every second thousands on an hour
20 every day I'm getting money in the power
I was told never let the youngest get the powder
But now these niggers slipping like they f**king in the shower pause
I really do this I'm 62'n with ricky ross
I'm getting to it you niggers losin s**t I'm a boss
Yeah I took a loss I was out in vegas
Me and gucci pouchie shooting at the table
When I was broke I used to have a dream
Before I had a dream best believe I had them fiends
Steady blowing up my celly trying to get it any means
N***a smootchie in the kitchen working up the triple beans
Breakin ounces off the birdie money it was dirty
And hammers they was filthy cause niggers was trying to k**l me
And that's word to osama though f**k a b***h then
Niggers in they diss rap when no drama though
Leaning off the prometh sipping at your mama though
Rollie your bus down call the perfect timing though
Tell my jeweler freeze me just to change the climate h*e
Bottom of the mountain &meek milly got the climate on
Your chick my chick my chick your chick
My swag fly s**t your swag norbit
Nigger you a weirdo no match forfeit
All these f**kin bricks I'm thinkin we gonn need a forklift
Coolest on your stereo I don't think they hear me though
Catch me in the hood I'll be around it like a merri go
Used to sell them little o's I ain't talking cheerio's
I'm talking about them golden grams and I don't mean no cereal
Murder on your record label n****r I'm a serial
Killer plus I'm realer this is scarier than thriller
In the villa countin scrilla with shawty she vanilla
Far as work I make that f**kin butter fly like catepillars
And my flow be on some other s**t
Hotter than a oven get
I just got his girl's number
He gonna need another b***h
Make her f**k my other b***h then put her on a punishment
She said she's n love with me and she don't know my government
Ha shawty tripping where your luggage at
Broke n***as never see me cause I'm where the money at
All I know is hustle hard like I got a hundred pack
N***a get my jewels I'ma k**l em I don't want em back
Wear it to your funeral be stuntin while they viewin you
Mama lookin over she like what the hell they did to you
Clip full of hollow heads make me put a few in you
Yeah n***a I will ruin you haa