Meat N Potatoes (feat. FLAC.KO)
I just got some good gas for the low
Cuz my plug got them packs for the low
Movin fast hit the gas on the road
Yo girl on the phone tryna get some more
Get some more
Gotta get some more
Get it how you get it nigga that's just how it goes
I'm with yo hoe
Down on 94th
Aye I'm in the back nigga I'm just pouring fours
You can't hang with none of these niggas
You can't hang with none of these bitches
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
You can't hang with none of these niggas
You can't hang with none of these bitches
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
Guess I'm in the chain gang, these diamonds round my throat
Where do we go from here?
Ion really know cuz ain't shit clear
Ain't a single nigga that I fear
But I know single niggas that shed tears
I was tryna take you cross the map
Told me you ain't had a nigga treat you like that
Like that
Like that
If you brought yo friends, then I guess its wraps
Callin up the gang and they bringing packs with wraps
But I had to pause, take a step back
Nigga took some losses, but he got his money up
You the type to skip the bag, and get yo hunnies up
We don't give a fuck if you cop some cardi buffs
I just seen yo bitch, she was on the party bus
Seen her ass on the party bus
She just wanna buss
Ion give a fuck
Got your cardis took
Cuz my plug got them packs for the low
Movin fast hit the gas on the road
Yo girl on the phone tryna get some more
Get some more
Gotta get some more
Get it how you get it nigga that's just how it goes
I'm with yo hoe
Down on 94th
Aye I'm in the back nigga I'm just pouring fours
You can't hang with none of these niggas
You can't hang with none of these bitches
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
You can't hang with none of these niggas
You can't hang with none of these bitches
Think I went insane when I lost my bro
Guess I'm in the chain gang, these diamonds round my throat
Where do we go from here?
Ion really know cuz ain't shit clear
Ain't a single nigga that I fear
But I know single niggas that shed tears
I was tryna take you cross the map
Told me you ain't had a nigga treat you like that
Like that
Like that
If you brought yo friends, then I guess its wraps
Callin up the gang and they bringing packs with wraps
But I had to pause, take a step back
Nigga took some losses, but he got his money up
You the type to skip the bag, and get yo hunnies up
We don't give a fuck if you cop some cardi buffs
I just seen yo bitch, she was on the party bus
Seen her ass on the party bus
She just wanna buss
Ion give a fuck
Got your cardis took
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Hal
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