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Boy
(Meech)
Man

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't sh*t without my vacuum seal
Young n***a slap dope and I tax on pills
Young n***a just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your b*t*h, she eat d**k, she ain't got no chill
You was a b*t*h back in the day, you a ho still
Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

Get your b*t*h, she on my D-I
Yeah, I be with five n***as, b*t*h, like I'm B.I. (On Bloods)
Made a hundred thou' on the road in a Nissan
Had n***as runnin' 'round givin' tips like they T.I.

Kinky freaky b*t*h, I'm pullin' down her knee-highs
I watched her snort three lines, Adidas
She let me f**k, then I threw her a** the peace sign
Man, these n***as sell they soul for a cosign
I'll turn your bag up like a doorknob
I sent her out with the dog, that's a b******
N***a all on my d**k, that's his ho job
I done ran through more scripts than Beaumont
Get the bag to you quicker than Jimmy Johns
Who done caught more bodies than 50— shh
The load on timeout, I keep it quiet for the vacuum seal
She say she want that new Saint Laurent on the back of the heels
I love when she suck d**k and moan, yeah, it turn me up
Five, six, seven Perc', b*t*h, yeah, I'm booted up
She said can she hold somethin'? Told a b*t*h to hold these nuts
Spread them legs, get on the bed, baby, yeah, I love to f**k

On the 7 with a thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick
Blicky in the other pocket, better not try to try sh*t
Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit
Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chillin', on my high sh*t
Boy, who not trippin'?
2016, she wouldn't f**k, but now I got chicken
You dressin' up for the hoes, I'm in the Crocs with it
Shooter down bad, so he gon' hit him in his top with it
Thirty shots the fully way, now he on Fox with it
Sh*t, that's some bad news
Thousand-dollar Bape, show my a** like a baboon
Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue
Gen5 with me even when I'm in the bathroom
201, 101, I got a puncher with me
This is not a Scatpack, it's a f**kin' kitty
Hellcats, Hellcats, f**kin' up the city
Ride around dolo, but I got another hundred with me
Fell asleep off the drugs, woke up to a package
Wake up and get my pros up, it's a habit, huh
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't sh*t without my vacuum seal
Young n***a slap dope and I tax on pills
Young n***a just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your b*t*h, she eat d**k, she ain't got no chill
You was a b*t*h back in the day, you a ho still
Heard the block got too hot, trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

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