[Intro: Meek Mill]
Meek Milly, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)
Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah)
All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk)
Nigga Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt)
Everybody poppin' this lit shit (Lit shit)
'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr)
Young nigga poppin' that big shit (Big shit)
And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee)
Chanel on my bitch
Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich
Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic'
Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit
Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh
You was just talkin' that justice reform, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man
I been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah)
Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't rеally, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah)
I'm thе type fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick the ho out like Pam

[Chorus: Blxst]
Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so myself
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