NICE TO MEET ME
I keep stack— stackin' (Damn, Trademark)
I keep— huh, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, DJ, spin it back, they need to hear this shit
Twenty deep with twenty racks on me, I'm on some ignorant shit
Yeah, she a college ho, that mean that bitch fuck 'round from A to Z
Like, what you mean?
Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T
Okay, cool, that shit that you been on, it don't mean shit to me
Like, what you mean, bitch? We got .223, red beam, and ARPs
Like, you ain't gotta go back to the hood, but you can't stay with me
Gave her dick for free, I said
"Lil' baby, get on your hands and knees"
What you need? We got Oxycontin mixed up with LSD
Bitch, ayy, who that is? The man, geeked off in thе party
We don't pop no motherfuckin' Xans
I'm geeked out my body
Bitch, wе play with motherfuckin' bands, won't catch me at no party
Bitches in the crib, I got bitches in Montana
I said turn me up Montana, I said, Tony of Montana
I just skrrt in my Phantom, I said, "Pour up in my Fanta"
We got big Celine, I'm out of state, I'm flyin' with my blammer
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
She like, "Why you spend so much?" (Yeah) Clearly, I afford it
Throw my money in the air, look like I'm important (Bitch)
And I'm in your city so much, it look like I'm a tourist (Yeah)
And I'm rollin' up some green, it look like I'm a florist
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
Gangway
Hold on, BangBros, huh, what my twin say?
Hold on, R.I.P. Lil' Frost', that's my twinski (Lil' Frost')
Diamonds on me, I ran up the score for my twinski
Hold on, wait, hit the kickback with my twinski
Hold on, wait, get your bitch back, she with twinski
Hold on, wait, I can't hear myself, turn me up a little
Sick as fuck, but I ain't fuck your ho
She just in the middle (Bitch)
Hold on, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Come meet security, he at the gate
Come meet my white boy, he whippin' eights
Shit, he pushin' bars harder than BabyTron
State to state, ain't no sharin' cake, fah, fah, hit his face
She get cake, now she gon' give me face
That's why I let off the brakes
State to state, fuck 'round with them niggas, he gon' eat your face
We in SRTs like GTA, bitch, we can do the chase
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
I keep— huh, hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, DJ, spin it back, they need to hear this shit
Twenty deep with twenty racks on me, I'm on some ignorant shit
Yeah, she a college ho, that mean that bitch fuck 'round from A to Z
Like, what you mean?
Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T
Okay, cool, that shit that you been on, it don't mean shit to me
Like, what you mean, bitch? We got .223, red beam, and ARPs
Like, you ain't gotta go back to the hood, but you can't stay with me
Gave her dick for free, I said
"Lil' baby, get on your hands and knees"
What you need? We got Oxycontin mixed up with LSD
Bitch, ayy, who that is? The man, geeked off in thе party
We don't pop no motherfuckin' Xans
I'm geeked out my body
Bitch, wе play with motherfuckin' bands, won't catch me at no party
Bitches in the crib, I got bitches in Montana
I said turn me up Montana, I said, Tony of Montana
I just skrrt in my Phantom, I said, "Pour up in my Fanta"
We got big Celine, I'm out of state, I'm flyin' with my blammer
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
She like, "Why you spend so much?" (Yeah) Clearly, I afford it
Throw my money in the air, look like I'm important (Bitch)
And I'm in your city so much, it look like I'm a tourist (Yeah)
And I'm rollin' up some green, it look like I'm a florist
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
Gangway
Hold on, BangBros, huh, what my twin say?
Hold on, R.I.P. Lil' Frost', that's my twinski (Lil' Frost')
Diamonds on me, I ran up the score for my twinski
Hold on, wait, hit the kickback with my twinski
Hold on, wait, get your bitch back, she with twinski
Hold on, wait, I can't hear myself, turn me up a little
Sick as fuck, but I ain't fuck your ho
She just in the middle (Bitch)
Hold on, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Come meet security, he at the gate
Come meet my white boy, he whippin' eights
Shit, he pushin' bars harder than BabyTron
State to state, ain't no sharin' cake, fah, fah, hit his face
She get cake, now she gon' give me face
That's why I let off the brakes
State to state, fuck 'round with them niggas, he gon' eat your face
We in SRTs like GTA, bitch, we can do the chase
She like, "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight,"
But I'm fuckin' eatin'
How it feel? Boy, you goin' up, yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas
He can't fuck with me, bitch, hold on
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Writer(s): Daijon Davis, Tyler Maline, Raymond Reichenbach
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