CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Meg The Stallion
Weigh it up, break it down
f**k the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin ya round
I been gettin' dressed err'y day, I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (b*t*h)
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 f**kin' n***as hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them b*t*hes)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no crip, I ain't no blood, I'm f**kin' wit' 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, mile 6 to be exact but on the west, they show me love though
(Baow) Gang, we goin' shoot some (b*t*h)
Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on (Get my hoop on)
Open up that Dracie, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold sky dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' n***as cut and they keep comin' back (They do)
The type of n***a, if he up, I probably run his trap (He a pu**y)
Rolls Prezi and this cuban, that's a hunnid racks
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back
(Stop right there)
b*t*h, I'm already rich (Draco)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist
I gotta step on it again, that's how that Fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary's, spent two-hunnid, b*t*h, I'm heavy wit' it
Get a bag and buss her down, it's tryna feed the streets
n***a, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On god)
Ayy, crib so big, this b*t*h a B'nB
Rose yacht master, 42, b*t*h, like I'm CMG
f**k the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin ya round
I been gettin' dressed err'y day, I heard they stakin' out (I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks if they shake us down (b*t*h)
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 f**kin' n***as hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them b*t*hes)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no crip, I ain't no blood, I'm f**kin' wit' 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, mile 6 to be exact but on the west, they show me love though
(Baow) Gang, we goin' shoot some (b*t*h)
Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on (Get my hoop on)
Open up that Dracie, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold sky dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' n***as cut and they keep comin' back (They do)
The type of n***a, if he up, I probably run his trap (He a pu**y)
Rolls Prezi and this cuban, that's a hunnid racks
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back
(Stop right there)
b*t*h, I'm already rich (Draco)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist
I gotta step on it again, that's how that Fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary's, spent two-hunnid, b*t*h, I'm heavy wit' it
Get a bag and buss her down, it's tryna feed the streets
n***a, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On god)
Ayy, crib so big, this b*t*h a B'nB
Rose yacht master, 42, b*t*h, like I'm CMG
