Meg The Stallion lyrics

[Intro: Babyface Ray]
Adlib
Ayy

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
Weigh it up, break it down
f*ck the plug, take him down
Slime sittin' down in that town, he'll spin you 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 (b*tch)
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 f*ckin' n*ggas hoes, I get the head out 'em (Get the head off them b*tches)
Yeah, I ain't no G, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no Blood, I'm f*ckin' with 'em, sellin' drugs though
Yeah, I'm from the east, on the 6 to be exact, but on the west, they show me love though

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Baow, gang, we gone shoot somethin' (b*tch)
Yeah, bought a thousand oranges, get my oop on (Get my oop on)
n*gga, open up that Drakey, let it loose on 'em (Baow, baow, baow)
Ayy, gold Sky-Dweller like a crouton (Woo)
I keep sellin' n*ggas cut and they keep comin' back (n*ggas goofy)
The type of n*gga, if he up, I probably run his strap (He a pus*y)
Rose Presi' and this cuban, that's a hundred racks (This b*tch dancing)
I got bad habits with this ratchet, always double back (Baow, baow, baow)
(Iced Up Records)
b*tch, I'm already rich (Drank God)
He ain't comin' 41, he got a petty wrist (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 hundred, b*tch, I'm heavy with it (What?)
Get a bag and bust it down, it's time to feed the streets (On God)
n*gga, I was ballin' back when we was GMB (On God)
Ayy, crib so big, this b*tch a BnB (Yeah)
Rose Yacht-Master 42, b*tch, like I'm CMG
[Verse 3: GT]
Ayy, f*cked up Barney's 'til they shut the doors on it (For real)
Copped it plain, got it sprayed, R.I.P. my n*gga Soda (Yeah)
Cop a bag from L.A., change the area code on it (For real, ayy)
Glock stuffed with a 50, I'm like, "Show me my opponent" (Baow, baow)
New Presi', pour some drink just so I can spill it on him (Dirty)
Bro got Audemars plain, but he spent a Benz on it (Man, phew)
He in the M club, we some bears, you a cub (Man)
You could throw me in the jungle, I'll come out it minked up (Yeah)
Blow money, find a town then we sittin' down (Ayy, sittin' down)
I'll have my fiend go up top for a quarter ounce (Baow)
This the third time they spinned around, pack it up and bounce (Man, we out)
Out the way a hundred-eighty days, you gon' make it out (For real)

[Verse 4: Veeze]
I can spend five thousand, tell the goons, "Go and solve my problems" (Baow, baow)
You was just gettin' allowance, pump your breaks, n*gga, pay some homage (Haha)
We got whatever you coppin', brown squares, but it ain't chocolate (Yeah)
Don't look for the sh*t I'm rockin', it's hard to find just like Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
Look in my bag, all fifties, twenties, it look like Cosmo and Wanda (Frrt, beep)
When I mix the food, n*gga, you can't watch me, this ain't Benihana (Skrrt, skrrt)
If I find out n*gga hatin' on gang, f*ck his baby mama (Yeah)
I told that n*gga I'm talkin' pape', he tried to change the topic
She said why I'm wearing a bag? The dog sh*t can't even fit in my pocket (Yeah)
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds eatin' steak and lobster (No cap)
I can take the girl, make it swell, like I switched her diet (Yeah)
Look in my cup, b*tch so thick, look like Meg Thee Stallion (Ugh)
[Outro]
(You recordin', Smerf?)