Meech
I got the sauce lil n***a so she feeling me
Pourin' red in Faygos give me energy
Keep that fake ass smile you my enemy
Lame ass n***as can't stomach where I'm finna be
Young as hell, driving weight, made my own plate
For everything that I got I'ma thank your [?]
I can′t relate to these n***as cause I think they fake
When I was down in the dirt you ain't look my way
How you hang with that man when you know he told
Put that grind in the jail, now you know you wrong
Ain′t no rest stops bitch you going home
These n***as got me in my bag got me in my zone
Bad bitch on my side she get everything
Good weed, good head, give her a wedding ring
I don't care if we done bad I ain't switching teams
Don′t compare to me I'm "A-Rod" you "Drew Brees "
As a kid I seen my mama cry a few times
At that age that just something you can't visualize
Broke down on her knees left me traumatized
Too much on the line in my life I can't jeopardize
When you built like a king they want to tear you down
These lyrics too damn hard I can't break it down
I got the shit in my hands and I can see it now
Once you burn that bridge n***a you can't turn around
In the crib counting hundreds it's a Tuesday
I fell in love with these bitches yeah the blue one
I call my light skin bitch I'm [?]
You will spend your last on her you a [?]
You won't catch me in no van someone just look alike
You couldn't come around me you will never [?]
I want that GLE coupe yeah the [?] thing
Every minute comp n***a I'm on a time frame
Cut that bitch off n***a she don't do nothing for you
You shouldn't even have to question if she really for you
Ain't no point in arguing when I'm petty [?]
Bitch I rep that one number when the book thuggin
With that bags and bullshit I owe they shit but nothing
Let me call my arab I got some Apple products
My n***as love Bape and Maison Margielas
These hoes feeling what I'm doing and some n***as jealous
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Meech
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