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When I step up in the club I be feeling like Mitch
All my niggas show me love, bunch of bitches on my dick
Yeah, im a real trap nigga, calm yo ass down
'fore we push yo shit back, nigga how do that sound
Got to cop that, slab that, rock that, bag that
Flip the product, subtract the profit, and then you add that
Put it where your stash at if you tryna griz-ind
Its money over bitches shit we do this all the tiz-ime
Yeah, I was down, but I bounced back
My man hit me with a half, I brought an ounce back
I'll let you niggas do the math and bring the count back
Multiply a hundred times til you pronounce that
Thats morning wide, we do this all the time
It ain't no stopping, fiends copping, money on my mind
This is twenty-four/seven, three-sixty-five
No sleeping days and weekends shit its like a job
In the hood where it go down at
You in the hood with them low down raps, its blood gang sucker
Meek milly know my name I am none other
Than youve ever seen, blowing off a evergreen
Me, (who?), find a better team
I had a thousand fans before I turned seventeen
I got that shit when fiends hit it they go badabing
You got that white thats hittin hard like Butterbean
I just laugh at you niggas
With that burner on my lap riding past on you niggas
With that burner i react like that task on you niggas
Bringing force to your door in all black on you niggas