Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo, G.T., Veeze - Meg The Stallion lyrics
Babyface Ray [Marcellus Rayvon Register] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
Veeze [Karon Malcolm Vantrees] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Babyface Ray, Icewear Vezzo, G.T., Veeze - Meg The Stallion lyrics]
Adlib ayy
Weigh it up, break it down
Fuck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town
he'll spin ya round
I been gettin' dressed every day
I heard they stakin' out
(I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks
If they shake us down (Bitch)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets, like a geek
We want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks
Now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' niggas hoes
I get the head out 'em
(Get the head off them bitches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no crip
I ain't no blood, I'm fuckin' wit' 'em
Sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the six
To be exact but on the west
They show me love though
(Baow) Gang, we gone shoot some' (Bitch)
Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on
(Get my hoop on)
Open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em
(Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' niggas cut and
They keep comin' back (They do)
The type of nigga, if he up
I probably run his strap (He a pussy)
Rose Prezi and this cuban
That's a hunnid racks (This bitch dingy)
I got bad habit's with this ratchet
Always double back (I stop records)
Bitch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' forty-one
He got a petty wrist
I gotta step on it again
That's how that Fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hunnid, bitch
I'm heavy wit' it (What)
Get a bag and buss it down
It's tryna feed the streets (On God)
Nigga, I was ballin' back when we was GMB
(On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (yeah)
Rose Yacht Master, forty-two, bitch
Like I'm CMG
Ayy, fucked up Barney's 'til they
Shut the doors on it (For real)
Copped a plain, got it sprayed
RIP my nigga Soda (yeah) cop a bag from LA
Changed the area code on it
Glock stuffed with a 50, I'm like
"Show me my opponent" (Baow) new Prezi
Pour some drink just so I can spill it on him
Bro got Audemars plain but he
Spent a Benz on it
He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub
You could throw me in the jungle
I'll come out it minked up (yeah)
Blow money, find a town then we sittin' down
(Sittin' down) i'll have my fiend go up
Top for a quarter ounce
This the third time they spinned around
Pack it up and bounce
Out the way, a hundred-eighty days
You gon' make it out
I can spend five thousand, tell the goons
"Gone solve my problems"
You was just gettin' allowance
Pump yo' breaks, nigga, pay some homage
(Haha) we got whatever you coppin'
Brown squares but it ain't chocolate (yeah)
Don't look for the shit I'm rockin'
It's hard to find just like Bin Laden (yeah)
Look in my bag, all fiftys, twenties
It look like Cosmo and Wanda
When I mix the food, nigga
You can't watch me, this ain't Benihana
(Skrrt) if I find out nigga hatin' on gang
Fuck his baby mama (yeah)
I told that nigga I'm talkin' pape'
He tried to change the topic
She said why I'm wearing a bag? The dog
Shit can't even fit in my pocket (yeah)
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds
Eatin' steak and lobster (Okay)
I can take the girl, make it swell
Like I switched her diet (yeah)
Look in my cup, bitch so thick
Look like Meg Thee Stallion (Ugh)
Weigh it up, break it down
Fuck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town
he'll spin ya round
I been gettin' dressed every day
I heard they stakin' out
(I heard they lookin')
At least I got good flicks
If they shake us down (Bitch)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
We be in them streets, like a geek
We want every problem
I just spilled some lean on my sneaks
Now they red bottoms
I ain't fuckin' niggas hoes
I get the head out 'em
(Get the head off them bitches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no crip
I ain't no blood, I'm fuckin' wit' 'em
Sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the six
To be exact but on the west
They show me love though
(Baow) Gang, we gone shoot some' (Bitch)
Bought a thousand oranges, get my hoop on
(Get my hoop on)
Open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em
(Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' niggas cut and
They keep comin' back (They do)
The type of nigga, if he up
I probably run his strap (He a pussy)
Rose Prezi and this cuban
That's a hunnid racks (This bitch dingy)
I got bad habit's with this ratchet
Always double back (I stop records)
Bitch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' forty-one
He got a petty wrist
I gotta step on it again
That's how that Fetty hit (Skrrt)
I just went to Gary, spent two hunnid, bitch
I'm heavy wit' it (What)
Get a bag and buss it down
It's tryna feed the streets (On God)
Nigga, I was ballin' back when we was GMB
(On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this bitch a BnB (yeah)
Rose Yacht Master, forty-two, bitch
Like I'm CMG
Ayy, fucked up Barney's 'til they
Shut the doors on it (For real)
Copped a plain, got it sprayed
RIP my nigga Soda (yeah) cop a bag from LA
Changed the area code on it
Glock stuffed with a 50, I'm like
"Show me my opponent" (Baow) new Prezi
Pour some drink just so I can spill it on him
Bro got Audemars plain but he
Spent a Benz on it
He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub
You could throw me in the jungle
I'll come out it minked up (yeah)
Blow money, find a town then we sittin' down
(Sittin' down) i'll have my fiend go up
Top for a quarter ounce
This the third time they spinned around
Pack it up and bounce
Out the way, a hundred-eighty days
You gon' make it out
I can spend five thousand, tell the goons
"Gone solve my problems"
You was just gettin' allowance
Pump yo' breaks, nigga, pay some homage
(Haha) we got whatever you coppin'
Brown squares but it ain't chocolate (yeah)
Don't look for the shit I'm rockin'
It's hard to find just like Bin Laden (yeah)
Look in my bag, all fiftys, twenties
It look like Cosmo and Wanda
When I mix the food, nigga
You can't watch me, this ain't Benihana
(Skrrt) if I find out nigga hatin' on gang
Fuck his baby mama (yeah)
I told that nigga I'm talkin' pape'
He tried to change the topic
She said why I'm wearing a bag? The dog
Shit can't even fit in my pocket (yeah)
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds
Eatin' steak and lobster (Okay)
I can take the girl, make it swell
Like I switched her diet (yeah)
Look in my cup, bitch so thick
Look like Meg Thee Stallion (Ugh)