B on Point (feat. MeezyHavin)
Brodie Macck Man
Meezy
Be on point if ya name ring bells
Got it on me, nobody can tell
I walk in the bank and they knowin' the smell
12 get behind me, then I gotta bail
Y'all don't want it with the gang, too frail
I heard they don't like me, I told them oh well!
He dissin' I just responded LOL
Caught 'em right at the store, tryna make that sale
Hammer on me, don't get nailed
In my own lane, just tryna prevail
I don't do the beef, I ain't Kenan & Kel
Servin' a dummy, fooled him wit the kale
Rock out with G2 or hit him with the Kel-Tec
Playin' my cards, I shuffled the deck
Applyin' pressure, steppin' on his neck
Pulled up, he didn't know what to expect
I stay on point, that boy wasn't comin' right, so he got left
I called a play you know they bout' to blitz
She couldn't stay I called that hoe a Lyft
I know some niggas plottin' on a lick
Might pour up a deuce and put it in a Brisk
If bro tell me you a opp, you gotta join the list
Red flag on my neck, all gold on the wrist
I been the same way since a dirty diaper
I'll have my niggas, they'll come and snipe ya
Fuck nigga where you at?
I ain't even tryna fuckin' fight ya
Light his ass up like a fuckin' lighter
I'm sending em bread, I don't never write em
Free Boo, Free Josh nigga
Them niggas too real, man they kept it solid
Don't play with us nigga, this shit get violent
I'm stuck in the streets, I ain't go to college
I tell my niggas to chill errr day
Kuz them niggas hot, they be out here wilding
Gimme ya thang, bitch, What is up in yo wallet?
Don't make a move, don't get yo brain splattered
We elevate, use no fuckin' ladder
All of these drugs is killin' my damn bladder
So pass me the Wood, ima get my respect so get that understood
And I put that on the gang
Ima empty this clip, make 'em feel my pain
We don't fuck with no strangers
I'm with my niggas, they twistin' they fingers
We armed and dangerous
Been that since a youngin', fuck nigga pull up
Be on point if ya name ring bells
Got it on me, nobody can tell
I walk in the bank and they knowin' the smell
12 get behind me, then I gotta bail
Y'all don't want it with the gang, too frail
I heard they don't like me, I told them oh well!
He dissin' I just responded LOL
Caught em right at the store, tryna make that sale
Meezy
Be on point if ya name ring bells
Got it on me, nobody can tell
I walk in the bank and they knowin' the smell
12 get behind me, then I gotta bail
Y'all don't want it with the gang, too frail
I heard they don't like me, I told them oh well!
He dissin' I just responded LOL
Caught 'em right at the store, tryna make that sale
Hammer on me, don't get nailed
In my own lane, just tryna prevail
I don't do the beef, I ain't Kenan & Kel
Servin' a dummy, fooled him wit the kale
Rock out with G2 or hit him with the Kel-Tec
Playin' my cards, I shuffled the deck
Applyin' pressure, steppin' on his neck
Pulled up, he didn't know what to expect
I stay on point, that boy wasn't comin' right, so he got left
I called a play you know they bout' to blitz
She couldn't stay I called that hoe a Lyft
I know some niggas plottin' on a lick
Might pour up a deuce and put it in a Brisk
If bro tell me you a opp, you gotta join the list
Red flag on my neck, all gold on the wrist
I been the same way since a dirty diaper
I'll have my niggas, they'll come and snipe ya
Fuck nigga where you at?
I ain't even tryna fuckin' fight ya
Light his ass up like a fuckin' lighter
I'm sending em bread, I don't never write em
Free Boo, Free Josh nigga
Them niggas too real, man they kept it solid
Don't play with us nigga, this shit get violent
I'm stuck in the streets, I ain't go to college
I tell my niggas to chill errr day
Kuz them niggas hot, they be out here wilding
Gimme ya thang, bitch, What is up in yo wallet?
Don't make a move, don't get yo brain splattered
We elevate, use no fuckin' ladder
All of these drugs is killin' my damn bladder
So pass me the Wood, ima get my respect so get that understood
And I put that on the gang
Ima empty this clip, make 'em feel my pain
We don't fuck with no strangers
I'm with my niggas, they twistin' they fingers
We armed and dangerous
Been that since a youngin', fuck nigga pull up
Be on point if ya name ring bells
Got it on me, nobody can tell
I walk in the bank and they knowin' the smell
12 get behind me, then I gotta bail
Y'all don't want it with the gang, too frail
I heard they don't like me, I told them oh well!
He dissin' I just responded LOL
Caught em right at the store, tryna make that sale
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Writer(s): Juwan Young
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