Meech

I got the sauce lil nigga so she feeling me

Pourin' red in Faygos give me energy

Keep that fake ass smile you my enemy

Lame ass niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga I'm on a time frame

Cut that bitch off nigga 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 niggas love Bape and Maison Margielas

These hoes feeling what I'm doing and some niggas jealous

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Meech

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