Meg The Stallion (feat. Veeze)

Adlib
Ayy

Weigh it up, break it down, plug take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin you 'round
I been gettin' dressed every day, I heard
They stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets like a geek, we want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks, now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' with niggas, I get the
Head out 'em (I get the head out 'em)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no
Blood, I'm fuckin' with 'em, sellin' drugs, though
Yeah, I'm from the East, on the 6 to be exact
But on the West, they show me love, though

Gang, we gon' shoot somethin'
Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on (Get my hoop on)
Nigga, open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' niggas cut and they keep comin' back (I do)
The type of nigga, if he up, I probably run his strap (Yeah)
Rose Presi' and this Cuban, that's a hundred racks (It is, it is)
I got bad habits with this ratchet
I always double back (Bah, bah, bah)
(Iced Out Records) I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist (He got a petty wrist)
I gotta step on it again, that's how that fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hundred
Bitch, I'm heavy with it (What?)
Get a bag and bust it down, it's time to feed the streets (On God)
I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (Yeah)
Rose Yacht-Master 42, bitch, like I'm CMG (Like I'm God, bitch)

Ayy, fucked up Barney 'til they shut the doors on it (For real)
Copped a plane, got it sprayed, R.I.P. my nigga Soda (Yeah)
Cop a bag from LA, change the area code on it (For real)
Glock stuck with a fifty, I'm like
"Show me my opponent" (Bah, bah, bah)
New Presi', pour some drank just so I can spill it on 'em
Broke out Audemar plain, but he spent the bands on it
He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub
You can throw me in the jungle, I'll come out and minked up (Yeah)
Blow money, find a town, then we sittin' down (Sittin' down)
I'll have my fiend go up top for a quarter ounce
This the third time they spinned around
Pack it up and bounce (We out)
Out the way a hundred eighty days, you gon' make it out (What?)

I can spend five thousand 'til the
Goons gon' solve my problem (Bah, bah)
You was just gettin' allowance, pump
Your brakes, nigga, pay some homage
We got whatever you coppin', brown
Squares, but it ain't chocolate (Yeah)
Don't look for the shit I'm rockin', it's hard
To find just like Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look in my bag, all fifties, twenties
It look like Cosmo and Wanda (Phew)
When I mix the food, nigga, you can't watch
Me, this ain't Benihana's (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I find out niggas hatin' on gang, fuck his baby mama (Yeah)
I told that nigga I'm talkin' pape', he tried to change the topic
She said, "Why I'm wearin' a bag that all
Shit can't even fit in my pocket?" (Yeah)
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds
Eatin' steak and lobster (On God)
I can take the girl, make it swell like I switched her diet (Yeah)
Look in my cup, bitch ho thick, look like Meg Thee Stallion (Yeah)

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