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

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

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

[Chorus: Meek
Cut that bitch off (Cut bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Rick
G5, I got a set of twin
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and it's so
Half a in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got sliders that hit you for a stack
up on you, strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I hide a patch
You was innocent but you was with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,