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[Intro: Meek Mill & Lil
Eastside to the shit
You know how we came
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

[Verse 1: Meek
My young nigga, he low, ain't got no
But he do them wackies for the fifty
Fear nothing, rare rum and on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a life
Told my dawg to put tech up, that don't spark right
Money dancing at the clip, boy this a boss
I be on the West, I know some real Crips
Going with them choppas, making real hits
I done lost so many homies, I can't shit
So I been out that chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real
Suck me super good and she ain't hard to deal
And she don't post me either, she be on some shit
And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her real

[Chorus: Mill]
Cut bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and so remote
Half a in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got sliders will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you, strike you you was a match
you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was but you was running with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm big as Meech
I'm moving kilos like funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,