You can't fuck with me, yeahuh
You know you done fucked up right?
L.V. nigga
Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us
Damn nigga what's one more quote for us
New York nigga got exchange snatch,
Strong arm, no gun can you explain that? (facts)
At summer jam, where all his friends with fame at
And you was there too Meek, go get his chain back.
You ain't really bout it, said you pussy nigga
Better watch your bitch because she lookin', nigga.
Talkin' bout feedin' killas, but your niggas broooke
Yall make it look it for da camera tho, (for instagram)
Real G's heavin' like a smokin' nigga,
I would serve 'em in the trap, if I ain't know dat nigga.
Trust me you don't really wanna go there nigga,
You get exposed like i'm leakin' naked photos, nigga.
Man I swear this shit too easy for me,
You get a real dis, if you can back a little harder.
And when you talk I wanna hear that real shit,
Cuz your real life, go more like this:
I ain't make a dollar on the corner,
I had some chips, I couldn't buy Arizona,
My braces knapped me, and them bitches actin' donut.
Come on Meek man, you don't really want it.
I will be bombin' this drama, hold the fourty-five like Osama
With this war, I ride like the Taliban
I extend it to Hallows