Party W Meekins
They say how you living
Top of the morning yeah I'm tryna get it
If It ain't bout money I'm stopping you sentence
Hop on a jet and go city to city
Put a switch on the Glock and we tinted the renties
Hunnids and fiddies
I ball like the lakers but shoot like the pistons
I know that they worried
Switch up the flow and make bitch niggas nervous
And I ball on these hoes because they use to curve me
I know they mad and all I can't bring 'em all
But to tell the truth ain sorry
I fucked a bitch she was Boujie
But it ain really matter hoes do anything to party
Party with meekins I fucked the bitch hit the friend on the weekend
I let her ride on this shit like a demon
Hit from the back den she eat up the semen
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Wanna get me a hell cat or a rolls Royce that can wait I'm on my grind
Im on my grind yeah just like a skater
My shooters got dreads like they from Jamaica
And I bet I can make you reach your maker
Or lay with the zombies
They ain't fucking with me I'm just being honest
I moved to the stu use to rap in the closet
And now I got racks sticking out of my pockets
Racks need that
I want you to talk feedback
Got that fire inside feed that
And I can't cum inside seed that
Gotta stay out my mentions
Run up them racks feed the fam with a pension
And this stick like a arm cuz it come with extensions
Bitch I'm the man when I'm talking you listen
If it ain't bout the money I'm stopping the sentence
Take the bitch to the bar man I feel like star
Cuz she gone suck me up off the liquor and percs
This a city girl summer they dropping the top
And shaking they ass and they liftin they skirts
Know they hate on Luh meekins I want em to hate
Cuz I'm gone running up make em feel it and hurt
And I do what I want while they do what they can can't hop in this car
If you scared go to church
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Know they wanna stop me
I gotta swag that I know for a fact that these niggas can't copy
Stealing my swag and they stealing my drip got that shit looking sloppy
And the kicks match the sweater and hat
Set the wave and watch how they react
I'm to wavy I been knowing that
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Wanna get me a hell cat or a rolls Royce that can wait I'm on my grind
Big keiser Uh
Big keiser
Top of the morning yeah I'm tryna get it
If It ain't bout money I'm stopping you sentence
Hop on a jet and go city to city
Put a switch on the Glock and we tinted the renties
Hunnids and fiddies
I ball like the lakers but shoot like the pistons
I know that they worried
Switch up the flow and make bitch niggas nervous
And I ball on these hoes because they use to curve me
I know they mad and all I can't bring 'em all
But to tell the truth ain sorry
I fucked a bitch she was Boujie
But it ain really matter hoes do anything to party
Party with meekins I fucked the bitch hit the friend on the weekend
I let her ride on this shit like a demon
Hit from the back den she eat up the semen
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Wanna get me a hell cat or a rolls Royce that can wait I'm on my grind
Im on my grind yeah just like a skater
My shooters got dreads like they from Jamaica
And I bet I can make you reach your maker
Or lay with the zombies
They ain't fucking with me I'm just being honest
I moved to the stu use to rap in the closet
And now I got racks sticking out of my pockets
Racks need that
I want you to talk feedback
Got that fire inside feed that
And I can't cum inside seed that
Gotta stay out my mentions
Run up them racks feed the fam with a pension
And this stick like a arm cuz it come with extensions
Bitch I'm the man when I'm talking you listen
If it ain't bout the money I'm stopping the sentence
Take the bitch to the bar man I feel like star
Cuz she gone suck me up off the liquor and percs
This a city girl summer they dropping the top
And shaking they ass and they liftin they skirts
Know they hate on Luh meekins I want em to hate
Cuz I'm gone running up make em feel it and hurt
And I do what I want while they do what they can can't hop in this car
If you scared go to church
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
No way
Lost some real ones to bad it's okay I don't need them
So it's okay
Got some shit on my mind I can't get off or say Take a trip to the yams
Take a trip to the A
If you ain't on my team get the fuck out the way
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Know they wanna stop me
I gotta swag that I know for a fact that these niggas can't copy
Stealing my swag and they stealing my drip got that shit looking sloppy
And the kicks match the sweater and hat
Set the wave and watch how they react
I'm to wavy I been knowing that
Cuz I got a bottle bitch and she topping me and she know just what I like
Wanna get me a hell cat or a rolls Royce that can wait I'm on my grind
Big keiser Uh
Big keiser
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Writer(s): Tavion Meekins
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