CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Me Style
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
What up, Sav? Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Alright
b*t*h, stuff these pills in you and shoot to the 10
If you make it back safe, we can do it again
If I pop a n***a up and he survive, I'ma shoot him again
Last year, I— alright, alright
Last year, I dropped a tape and lost my mind, I'ma lose it again
Went broke and told myself I'll never wear Gucci again
Now I'm dripped down in fashion, in Louis Vuit-ten
Damn, I mean Louis Vuitton
Bought a Draco, forty shots on it, why would I shoot [?]
pint, now I got an eight left, I drunk a deuce two times
My hitman hit blow, so you dead if he oohed a line
Whip out big strap in the club like, "n***a, move around"
Found an opp walkin' out that b*t*h, my shooter blew him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Minute Maid, it's some juice around
My baby mama own evеrything, but her coochie mine
Had a pint of rеd since I was six, it turned dookie brown
Built an empire off sellin' Cookie, I'm Lucious Lyon
Saw on Empire and bought a brick, what I'ma do with nine?
n***a said he made me run, that's a stupid lie
Even if he caught me slippin', I can't run, my shoes untied
'Fore I run from a n***a, I'll run for president
I got my gun on me, n***a, I ain't finna wrestle sh*t
with Lou, and he let me buy an extra six
If I ain't had no rap money, I'd probably be sellin' bricks
'Cause I know the real plug and he showed me love
Ain't let sh*t go from my past, n***a, I can hold a grudge
Skub up the stick, then I hit him with a shoulder shrug
Gotta be up damn near half a mil' if we shoulder rub
That mean I only stand around bosses
Makin' sh*t happen, n***a, you just standin' 'round talkin'
I dropped one song and made damn near eighty grand off it
I got a brick of coke, I don't think a baby ass softer
My opp dropped a Scat', I might drop eighty in this charger
Quanny told me when he die, put a 380 in his coffin
I need some cough syrup, doc, 'cause lately, I been coughin'
I'll sell my last brick for ninety if you make me that offer
n***a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
Free the whole ghetto
This ain't a freestyle, n***a, this a me-style
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me, n***a
810 sh*t, 313 sh*t
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Free the whole ghetto
Rest in peace to the whole ghetto
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, we just gon' name this one me-style, 'cause this ain't a freestyle
n***a, this my style, bruh
sh*t
What up, Sav? Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Alright
b*t*h, stuff these pills in you and shoot to the 10
If you make it back safe, we can do it again
If I pop a n***a up and he survive, I'ma shoot him again
Last year, I— alright, alright
Last year, I dropped a tape and lost my mind, I'ma lose it again
Went broke and told myself I'll never wear Gucci again
Now I'm dripped down in fashion, in Louis Vuit-ten
Damn, I mean Louis Vuitton
Bought a Draco, forty shots on it, why would I shoot [?]
pint, now I got an eight left, I drunk a deuce two times
My hitman hit blow, so you dead if he oohed a line
Whip out big strap in the club like, "n***a, move around"
Found an opp walkin' out that b*t*h, my shooter blew him down
I ain't talkin' 'bout no Minute Maid, it's some juice around
My baby mama own evеrything, but her coochie mine
Had a pint of rеd since I was six, it turned dookie brown
Built an empire off sellin' Cookie, I'm Lucious Lyon
Saw on Empire and bought a brick, what I'ma do with nine?
n***a said he made me run, that's a stupid lie
Even if he caught me slippin', I can't run, my shoes untied
'Fore I run from a n***a, I'll run for president
I got my gun on me, n***a, I ain't finna wrestle sh*t
with Lou, and he let me buy an extra six
If I ain't had no rap money, I'd probably be sellin' bricks
'Cause I know the real plug and he showed me love
Ain't let sh*t go from my past, n***a, I can hold a grudge
Skub up the stick, then I hit him with a shoulder shrug
Gotta be up damn near half a mil' if we shoulder rub
That mean I only stand around bosses
Makin' sh*t happen, n***a, you just standin' 'round talkin'
I dropped one song and made damn near eighty grand off it
I got a brick of coke, I don't think a baby ass softer
My opp dropped a Scat', I might drop eighty in this charger
Quanny told me when he die, put a 380 in his coffin
I need some cough syrup, doc, 'cause lately, I been coughin'
I'll sell my last brick for ninety if you make me that offer
n***a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a
Free the whole ghetto
This ain't a freestyle, n***a, this a me-style
Y'all n***as can't f**k with me, n***a
810 sh*t, 313 sh*t
Ghetto Boyz sh*t
Free the whole ghetto
Rest in peace to the whole ghetto
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, we just gon' name this one me-style, 'cause this ain't a freestyle
n***a, this my style, bruh
sh*t
