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Lyrics

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