Meek Mill, Tee Grizzley - Lions & Eagles lyrics

(Omega) , uh

I just maxed out with this
Lil' bitch up in Barneys with the bag out
 I walk in and lit up the party
I just smashed out with this lil'
Bitch in the 'Rari and I cashed out, I'm
A playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah
(Cypress) my lil' bitch from the D
Told me rock my buffs
We still duckin' from them D's
Tryna rock it up
Niggas pussy, throwin' flags
Tryna chop it up (What?)
Handsome niggas in the streets
We get to poppin' up (Boom, boom)
Caught him comin' out the club, so, shit
We shot it up (Brrt)
Bitch was hangin' with the opps, so, shit
We shot at her (Brrt)
Show no mercy on them pussies
They ain't live enough (Fuck 'em)
They too broke to go to war, shit
They ain't got enough (Broke-ass niggas)
Ooh, we gon' come out (yeah)
Too much money, it ain't funny
I won't run out (At all)
In the trenches
I'ma bring my Bentley truck out (Skrrt)
Tryna be low behind them tints
But I still stuck out
You ain't tryna give me that pussy
Get the fuck out
Stack it in the winter, in the summer
We gon' bust out (Uh, uh)
Threw some shit, ain't hit nobody
And he struck out (Hoes)
Caught that nigga slidin' home and
He got dug out, gang

More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches
(What else?) , yeah, yeah (Nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
Made some more money, so I
Bought some more killers, yeah, yeah

Only bosses talkin', nigga, shut the fuck up
(Bitch ass up) hate my opps so much
I should go get 'em dug up (Dig 'em up)
Don't fuck on broke bitches no more, baby
I'm stuck-up (I can't do it)
Up that chopper on my brother
I don't trust nothin', wait, wait
Nigga killed my auntie, let me live, boy
You foolish when you die and go meet her
She gon' tell you you stupid
If these pussies got a problem
You know I got a solution
We gon' do it like math
Subtract everybody included
I like fuckin' bitches soon as we meet
Only street nigga from the D made
More money than me was Meech
First one go touch a hundred without
Goin' to jail is me
Only nigga with a song hard as
"First Day Out" is Meek boy, you sweet
Heard you let them niggas rob you
We gon' rob you too
But they ain't shoot you, when I rob you
I'ma pop you too (Boom)
He ain't drop yet off the Glock
Shoot the chopper too (Brrt)
I'll fuck a nigga main bitch, side bitch too
(Both, nigga)

More money, more bitches
More millis, more riches
(What else?) , yeah, yeah (Nigga)
Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler
(We ain't done yet, hold up)
Made some more money, so I
Bought some more killers, yeah, yeah

Hold up, wait a minute
Y'all thought I was finished? (Hold up)
Hardest chain in the game
This shit all in Guinness
How you gon' get ahead
You keep runnin' off on niggas?
I got 'em sick like I had
A cold and coughed on niggas
I'm the same nigga from Joy
Road with them dreads, yeah, them locks
(Gang) when I was 'round
They stayed in 'cause the clip
Curled on the chop (Bang)
We'll air you out, we'll tear you down
No flyin' up this block
I'ma bust it down into rocks, then
Go bust down me a watch, nigga