Since99, Meezy SG - Meezy99 lyrics
[Since99, Meezy SG - Meezy99 lyrics]
The top, I'm on my way to there
Put that chop to his lip
Ain't no more facial hair
I'ma send him up there
He gon' see angels there
It's red on his shirt
But it's no paint on there
My shooters perform 'til you die
They don't care (Don'tSleep)
Sometimes one choppa jam
So I gotta keep a pair
Nigga say he gon' rob me, he'll try
But it's rare i got all this damn drip
Can't decide what to wear
I been with it since 2001, you can't touch me
Use the stick on these niggas
If they wan' play rugby
I had switched out the clip and he ran
He was lucky we gon' catch him down bad on
His ass and then bust him
I ran down on the plug, ain't wan' cop
He got jank he a bitch, he a lick
So his pockets got spanked
Yeah, I tried to hit shawty
That joint kinda stank fuck I look like
T-Pain? I can't buy you no drink
Bitch, I'm 'bout to hit the mall, I'ma ball
Like a Maverick if the gang in the bitch
Then we wreakin' some havoc
If a nigga want smoke, we pull up
Let him have it i got racks bustin' out of
The jeans 'cause I'm havin'
Got the Glock with the laser
We 'bout to do some taggin'
I'm the best nigga out and
I'm not even braggin'
Endless bands in my pocket
The reason I'm saggin'
He need eighty? Got hit with
The stick like it's magic
Nigga purpin', pulled up on the strip
He ain't passin'
Niggas throw on designer and
Swear they got fashion
Put potato's on barrels and we get to mashin'
Nigga, me? Stayin' broke? Somethin'
I can't even imagine
She say we got connection, we ain't fuck
So it's laggin' give a fuck 'bout a hater
Say that with a passion
He said she wasn't green then
He fucked and got rashes
He tried rob me, got shot
Now he dead and I'm laughin'
Hit 'Heem with a spark
You can say that I'm Terkin'
And they hate from a distance
I know that they lurkin'
He fed up, he cryin', I know that he hurtin'
These crackers can't cut up like me
That's for certain finna take yo' bitch out
I'ma buy her a Birkin
And I stay in the stu', bitch
You know that I'm workin'
Hit him up with the glick
Now he bleedin' and spurtin'
I got shooters in DC
Ain't talkin' 'bout Bertāns
Finna creep on your side
I ain't makin' a sound
On a track with Meezy
Now these bitches gon' run around
I'ma fly out to Sydney and
Smoke me a hunnid pounds
Switch up the style 'cause I
Got me a hunnid sounds
Posted with your bitch
I'm lastin' a hunnid rounds
Run up a pack, bitch
I'm feelin' like Jim Brown
I'm sippin' on Tec'
I ain't fuckin' with no Crown
You steady cappin'
But you don't even own a gown
Talk of the town stay with some dogs, bitch
I stay with hounds
You pop you a up, now you feelin' down
Don't play with the drip if you finna drown
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a damn
Like I'm a vlogger, put him on cam'
Slide up on his block like some grease
Ain't talkin' bout Spam
I ain't from Detroit, but that boy is a ham
Put that chop to his lip
Ain't no more facial hair
I'ma send him up there
He gon' see angels there
It's red on his shirt
But it's no paint on there
My shooters perform 'til you die
They don't care (Don'tSleep)
Sometimes one choppa jam
So I gotta keep a pair
Nigga say he gon' rob me, he'll try
But it's rare i got all this damn drip
Can't decide what to wear
I been with it since 2001, you can't touch me
Use the stick on these niggas
If they wan' play rugby
I had switched out the clip and he ran
He was lucky we gon' catch him down bad on
His ass and then bust him
I ran down on the plug, ain't wan' cop
He got jank he a bitch, he a lick
So his pockets got spanked
Yeah, I tried to hit shawty
That joint kinda stank fuck I look like
T-Pain? I can't buy you no drink
Bitch, I'm 'bout to hit the mall, I'ma ball
Like a Maverick if the gang in the bitch
Then we wreakin' some havoc
If a nigga want smoke, we pull up
Let him have it i got racks bustin' out of
The jeans 'cause I'm havin'
Got the Glock with the laser
We 'bout to do some taggin'
I'm the best nigga out and
I'm not even braggin'
Endless bands in my pocket
The reason I'm saggin'
He need eighty? Got hit with
The stick like it's magic
Nigga purpin', pulled up on the strip
He ain't passin'
Niggas throw on designer and
Swear they got fashion
Put potato's on barrels and we get to mashin'
Nigga, me? Stayin' broke? Somethin'
I can't even imagine
She say we got connection, we ain't fuck
So it's laggin' give a fuck 'bout a hater
Say that with a passion
He said she wasn't green then
He fucked and got rashes
He tried rob me, got shot
Now he dead and I'm laughin'
Hit 'Heem with a spark
You can say that I'm Terkin'
And they hate from a distance
I know that they lurkin'
He fed up, he cryin', I know that he hurtin'
These crackers can't cut up like me
That's for certain finna take yo' bitch out
I'ma buy her a Birkin
And I stay in the stu', bitch
You know that I'm workin'
Hit him up with the glick
Now he bleedin' and spurtin'
I got shooters in DC
Ain't talkin' 'bout Bertāns
Finna creep on your side
I ain't makin' a sound
On a track with Meezy
Now these bitches gon' run around
I'ma fly out to Sydney and
Smoke me a hunnid pounds
Switch up the style 'cause I
Got me a hunnid sounds
Posted with your bitch
I'm lastin' a hunnid rounds
Run up a pack, bitch
I'm feelin' like Jim Brown
I'm sippin' on Tec'
I ain't fuckin' with no Crown
You steady cappin'
But you don't even own a gown
Talk of the town stay with some dogs, bitch
I stay with hounds
You pop you a up, now you feelin' down
Don't play with the drip if you finna drown
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a damn
Like I'm a vlogger, put him on cam'
Slide up on his block like some grease
Ain't talkin' bout Spam
I ain't from Detroit, but that boy is a ham