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Featuring Omelly & Young Breed (Verse 1: Meek Mill) Work for myself, man I don't let em see the master in me Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' lay em down He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound We finna line a nigga up and we gon' take 'em down Hello (Dimelo?) Papi where you at? (El Camino) He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking Young niggas barely legal but they murking I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that nigga working (Interlude) Aye Pac man what's the deal, man? It's Omelly, what's poppin'? What's up cool? Ain't shit, chilling. Ey look though, I got this thing for us. Get the fuck outta here, what's the score? Songtexte80 joints, nigga 80 jooooints? Let me connect, man Get the fuck outta here, Papi Yeah man, let's bring the ladders, man Are you kidding me? Say no more man, I'm on my way! (Verse 2: Omelly) Riding four deep, on my way to Meek Said he got a lick for us, know this nigga sweet Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me? So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat Let him off the leash now it's time to fetch Got MacDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Felipe's Tired of all this drought shit, this broke shit ain't me If this thing go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be I ain't lying Meek, this nigga move, I'm leaving it I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me Black strap, MAC shit, brought the machines with me Now we slidin' down the North, the 23rd inverse cause Papi he got that work Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk I just tell them chill we gon' take him for what he worth (Interlude) These fuckin mamarichos (mamabitchos) These fuckin cocksuckers! What's up Papi? Talk to me They tryin to set me up ah? Cool They tryin to take my gold Well no Papi, not today I need you here It's too easy I have a ticket waiting for you in Miami International Agreed One more thing Just smell OMD Alrighty baby, let's get it (Verse 3: Young Breed) Load up the AK and the mothafucka MAC-11 Hundred thangs to a dope boy, fucking blessing Hit up Boobie told him meet me on 183rd Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst Bang, dead, County niggas ain't a game We call 'em snitch snitch cus they gon let em rain SK's I just grind last month nigga My new shooter ain't prayed in a month nigga Got me just a little more, just know it N1's Told em bring back all the paper and the 10 tons See them boys selling dope just a day job But droppin bodies how they really pay them bills boy So Papi how you want it? Body bag, closed cat Keep it clean, let em live Bring back all that dope and cash Paper right on sight, boy that's how it go Tell em how you want it Papi (Matalo!) Aus Songtexte Mania