[Intro: Meek Mill]
(Nick Papz, this how you thuggin'? Cool, I'm thuggin' too)
Gang
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Broke boys cannot beef with us, they know they won't win
Young niggas was killin', so we treated 'em like they grown men
She got off that pill, she started tweakin' and fucked her own friend
She get around Meek Mill, she turn to freak, this bitch be on ten
She wanna cut off her girls and go with me, count a whole M
If we bein' for real, these niggas know me and I don't know them
Big chopper, ARPs, yeah, I'm tryna show them
Playin' greazy new Glock four-feezy, me and bro 'nem
I be in the trench, ain't call nobody, I'm just poppin' up
Niggas know I get paranoid with them choppers, only God we trust
Pay who to do what? You niggas trippin', I almost shot it up
I'm sippin', got me shotted up, you niggas ain't never slide for us
You niggas ain't never ride for me
I'm in a brand-new Maybach with a Glock 45 with me
You gettin' dropped from the label, you pussy, you can't even sign to me
I turn my wolf up on them sheeps, it ain't no slimin' me
Swing them switches, fuck it
[Chorus: Tafia & Meek Mill]
Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies
I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)
She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it
I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it
Ooh, couple grand
Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand
Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand
Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man
(Nick Papz, this how you thuggin'? Cool, I'm thuggin' too)
Gang
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Broke boys cannot beef with us, they know they won't win
Young niggas was killin', so we treated 'em like they grown men
She got off that pill, she started tweakin' and fucked her own friend
She get around Meek Mill, she turn to freak, this bitch be on ten
She wanna cut off her girls and go with me, count a whole M
If we bein' for real, these niggas know me and I don't know them
Big chopper, ARPs, yeah, I'm tryna show them
Playin' greazy new Glock four-feezy, me and bro 'nem
I be in the trench, ain't call nobody, I'm just poppin' up
Niggas know I get paranoid with them choppers, only God we trust
Pay who to do what? You niggas trippin', I almost shot it up
I'm sippin', got me shotted up, you niggas ain't never slide for us
You niggas ain't never ride for me
I'm in a brand-new Maybach with a Glock 45 with me
You gettin' dropped from the label, you pussy, you can't even sign to me
I turn my wolf up on them sheeps, it ain't no slimin' me
Swing them switches, fuck it
[Chorus: Tafia & Meek Mill]
Don't even try to run that game on me, that's for your lame homies
I got more than a couple grand on me, ho, your rent money (Let's go)
She love the way I pop it, I'm from the street, this shit stem from it
I ain't gotta cock it, all I do is reach, that's the end of it
Ooh, couple grand
Yeah, price tag on your head leave you layin' where you stand
Price tag on this bitch, she on her head, doin' a stand
Nice tab on her wrist, get the AP with the orange band, aw man
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