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(Meech) What up, Meech? What up, Beans? (Michigan Meech) We gon' keep the shit he talk (Man) Missed my mama birthday, sorry, I was trappin' I'ma throw a deal last time, sorry, I was waxin' Told my bitch I quit sippin', sorry, I was cappin' I ain't seen you in a minute, sorry, I been trappin' He like, "Where you trap at?" Anywhere they taxin' (Boy) She like, "Why you keep them racks wrapped up in the plastic?" She like, "Why you got all of these baby bottles in your cabinet?" I'm like, "Why you so swift? You straight from a—" Right, I ain't got no love for 'em Nigga talkin' shit and he wet than a motherfucker Put his ass up on the wall, yeah, just like Mona Lisa Trafficking, yeah, with the bag, hide the dope up in the speaker That bitch, she suck dick real good, yeah, she a well-known tweaker I can teach you how to ball just by sittin' in the bleachers Don't count me out on this bag, I'ma always be there I'm mad as hell, I got a Wocky stain on this Off-White beater I'll leave her before I eat her Yeah, when I stick it in, she said, "Go a lil' deeper" Caught her sneakin' in my jeans, act like I ain't even see her Yeah, I'm real life with the bag, boy, you a make-believer SongtexteTake it out the water, throw it in the freezer That bitch, she bad and bougie, I like her demeanor Shake that ass, baby, I just wanna see it She know I blow that bag, yup, every season Missed my mama birthday, sorry, I was trappin' I'ma throw a deal last time, sorry, I was waxin' Told my bitch I quit sippin', sorry, I was cappin' I ain't seen you in a minute, sorry, I been trappin' He like, "Where you trap at?" Anywhere they taxin' (Boy) She like, "Why you keep them racks wrapped up in the plastic?" She like, "Why you got all of these baby bottles in your cabinet?" I'm like, "Why you so swift? You straight from a—" (Man) He like, "Where you trap at?" Somewhere in the hood He like is that shit hot? No, it's Meagan Good I'ma beat the road down, play that shit like Suge Only thing a nigga wish, I wish a nigga would All this shit came from Hutch, ain't come from Golden Sun I'ma send a hundred grams 'fore I send a ton No cap, real nigga, gotta test the run My young nigga wild, shootin', killin' shit for fun All I do is send a lo', he gon' get it done Bitch, I was sendin' niggas out before I had a gun Bitch, I was sendin' on the road before I had a run It's brazy, I was plugged in before I had a plug I was hittin' Meech up, tryna grab a beat I ain't need a realtor to go and grab a key Nigga try to play me to the left, I told him keep it neat Nigga tryna beef on the 'Gram, I told him keep it street (Michigan Meech) Aus Songtexte Mania