[Hook: Young Meekins]
Arizona in my hand with a forty on my waist
Ain't no bullets flying at us, its the money that we chase
As we drive flying by, fucking bitches getting high
Red and blue in the back as they begin to attack
Bullet in your man shit sounds like a plan

[Verse 1: Young Meekins]
Pass the address i don't need a fucking hand
Flip your bitch over make her do a handstand
Flying so high like peter pan, can't neverland
Pull up, windows down
Your boys not around
It's your fault your indebt
Bitch ass fucking, make her sweat yuh

[Verse 2: Young Meekins]
Leader of the pack
None of our crew ever lack
Fucking your bitch from the back
Ducking so much that i quack
Glock with the razor and i'm shooting at your mans
Your bitch get excited and we have a little dance
Pulling up like we the leaders of the new fucking trance
New world of freedom, 47 inked on my hands
[Hook: Young Meekins]
Arizona in my hand with a forty on my waist
Ain't no bullets flying at us, its the money that we chase
As we drive flying by, fucking bitches getting high
Red and blue in the back as they begin to attack