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Meechy Baby

And I was raised 'round n***as, man, who known to do killing
You know what up with Meechy Baby, b*t*h, you know how I'm livin', yeah
Fentanyl stepper, b*t*h, I'm heroin dealin'
Meechy Baby got that pressure, they nod off when they hear me
Lil' baby lookin' for commitment, I'ma run off when I hit it
Ain't buy a ring, but I took lil' baby shoppin' in Tiffanys
Off the beans with my b*t*h while we shoppin' in Tiffanys
Two years ago, at the same time, I was f**kin' two Tiffanys
Pensacola, like to get low, look for the pills with lil' Tiffany
Two sixty-five, me and my stolen nine, whippin' Infinitis
All in Florida catchin' oil sales, beat that smoke he was sendin' me
Then went back to jail, I lost it all when they sentenced me
Came home, stretchin' heroin, you know that I'm flippin' it
Acetone, mannitol, break it down and I'm hittin' it
I got dope all in my system, hope my P.O. don't p*ss me
Big homie Dave full of pills, my baby mama, she b*t*hin'
And I just throw them ones back, in your store with good crack
I'm a Southside baby, I got love from 'cross the tracks
Cut the barrel, make it short, I got that sh*t from 'cross the track
Backwood with White Runtz, I got that sh*t from 'cross the track
I'm out that 4 like Torrence Hatch, I put that bottom on my back
Southside baby, Meechy Baby, b*t*h, you know I live like that
f**k with needle users, find a vein to catch a heart attack
Waitin' on Meech to fall, you better waitin' on f**kin' income tax
Started f**kin' with fat b*t*hes for they f**kin' income tax
d**k her down, d**k her down, give her all the income tax
Drop off that work, drive a car while I'm tryna flip a pack
how they be at you, baller blocking like Beatrice
f**k a bank account, b*t*h, I still hide money under the mattress
Meechy Baby pop an Addy, in the bottom servin' addicts
You want smoke, then drop an addy, we gon' pull up, let 'em have it
Semi, Glocks, and automatics, don't give no f**ks 'bout goin' to Parish
You know my people gon' bond me out, Meechy Baby got money now
Bing baow, pu**y b*t*h, in the Parish, I punch sh*t down
I made a star, I'm a golden child, f**k that charge, I'm goin' to trial
b*t*h, I'm good when I'm incarcerated, that's on my dead child
In the cell all alone thinkin' 'bout my dead child
I been done killed one of you b*t*hes, put that on my dead child
Now all I think about is murder, Meechy Myers gon' walk
I'ma stand over you, you gon' see golds when I smile
Cut up bad, cut up bad, yeah, I'm on them pills right now
I just popped one, but I need another pill right now
Stolen hot gun, I hit you, I'ma make you trip right now
Only got one, she tryna f**k with somethin', I'm feelin' her
Take her phone, she ain't recordin' sh*t, b*t*h, you ain't textin' nothin'
Call the Uber, kick her out, I'll probably never text her
Oh, you them youngins with them hoes? Yeah
You be on Instagram f**kin' all them hoes, yeah
Your BM on Instagram on them fan pages exposin'
She sendin' screenshots, I lie like I ain't wrote it
But I got a green dot, Ben 10, b*t*h, know I fold sh*t
Southside, b*t*h, you know I'm on some 4 sh*t
4KTrey, Meechy Baby get your door kicked
Two drugs, same time, double doses
My dog f**k with heroin, they play with noses
My dog play with heroin, they stuff they noses
My dog f**k with heroin, they play with noses
My dog f**k with heroin, they stuff they noses

Yeah, now I need a real shooter, he a fiend user
He a real shooter, he a fiend shooter
Yeah, heroin, yeah, heroin
Meechy Baby, b*t*h, you know I'm out that South

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