Greeting (feat. Rome SG & K Solo)
Meezy SG
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Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin' Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting I can't feel my face nigga it's the weekend I'm smokin' on gas you can't get for the low In the whip with a hoe who take dick in her throat And I'm grippin the pole While yo' bitch out her clothes And she strip on the pole She was lickin' it slow But you know how it go Give her strokes, adios Gotta go, lot of hoes Lot of dough, lot of posts on his page Got him, bro Got him froze Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro Sayonara, Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow I just need eyes, three guys holdin' up shit like a sign spinner My niggas in this muthafucka, got 9 with us Kai get him, hit him in his muthafuckin' spine, liver, head Five to his head, don't stop firing til' he dead Gotta get the bread Gettin' to the five figure bread Side bitch on read Had to put my mind to the bread Ill leave him red If he even tryin' stop the bread His mind filled with lead, he can't even deny what he said Ridin' around crankin', niggas know I gotta shake the dreads We hit his head That nigga dead Hop in the whip and we sped Oh shit, there go the feds My drac got a drum, my glock got a leg Don't repeat what I said, don't say what you saw I did what I did, that was it, that was all I whip out iron, problem resolved That bitch got good brain, lockjaw Might hit that AK, southpaw It's gon' check his temp' like Sean Paul These niggas be cops like Paul Blart Good gas, got deals like Walmart That gas gon' smell like straight fart I was servin' them dippers, that straight drop These niggas can't wait til' that tape drop We in yo' hood like Baywatch I'm gettin' that money like Bae, watch I'm tryna get a brand new ice watch That sticky gas taste like butterscotch That drac' gon make him hopscotch I turn the beat up, top notch Oouu I think I see top opp Them hot shells make his top flop Keep that backdoor on lock I got this rap shit on lockdown He tryin' cook shit, locked him down Bet that money lock her down I gotta go up, I remember the downs Slide with a rifle, we huntin' him down Muzzle on the dog, it don't make a sound My junkie tweakin' like he Orlando Brown Lumberjack with the bricks, I be choppin' it down My bitch hate me, she tryn' throw in the towel With the kel tec, I know J really foul Bro hide the rings, I ain't sayin' the vows That bitch a penny, she suckin my dick I can't even lie, she making me proud They like "What the f*ck? Why K Solo so loud?" They fakin' at the show, I up at the crowd RiRi for the pack, I'm real Chris Brown Oh hold up, this yo' bitch My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin' His nose in the bag like "What's this potion?" Caught with the stick, gotta watch what I'm postin' Quarterback option, that lick in motion Nigga I'll blam you, I'mma put you in a Bambu Im on his head like Cantù Nothin' but racks in my damn shoe It's really nothing I can't do Bad lil bitch go to FAMU Slide with that heater, I'll tan you Geekin and shit, boy that's something a fan do Said he want beef, I'll can you Bitch I ain't Chris Rock Try to slap me, grab the Smith and I will shoot Silence the chop, now it sound like a flute I call her Woody cause she high off the boot That jay like a Yeezy, it give me a boost I'm takin' his parents, I do him like Bruce Niggas ain't slick, bitch I always peep it Gotta wave the thot bye cause she geekin' Lil nigga I'm high like a greeting I can't feel my face nigga it's the weekend I'm smokin' on gas you can't get for the low In the whip with a hoe who take dick in her throat And I'm grippin the pole While yo' bitch out her clothes And she strip on the pole She was lickin' it slow But you know how it go Give her strokes, adios Gotta go, lot of hoes Lot of dough, lot of posts on his page Got him, bro Got him froze Bouta roll up, got a lot of dope We gon' roll up on him, bye lil bro Sayonara Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow I just need eyes, three guys holdin' up shit like a sign spinner My niggas in this muthafucka, got 9 with us Kai get him, hit him in his muthafuckin' spine, liver, head Five to his head, don't stop firing til' he dead Gotta get the bread Gettin' to the five figure bread Side bitch on read Had to put my mind to the bread Ill leave him red If he even tryin' stop the bread His mind filled with lead, he can't even deny what he said Ridin' around crankin', niggas know I gotta shake the dreads
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