Big Meech Era

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I think I may have to take it back to like to

10 years ago you know

Big meech era you feel me

Real Real Motivation for a street nigga

Real Real Motivation for a street nigga

Pull up in all color Ferraris

Bitches in Tiaras

If you in here while I'm still here

Everybody else starving

Everybody else starring

Shawty got the Mclarian and I had the 7

Pulled up at the Compound clothes smelling like gun powder

Salute to the real niggas and real bitches who got they own bottles

I was snapping before fabo my raps come wit' a Halo

Went out with Jeezy we spent pesos like J-bo

Took E's to the 20 grand he got a pistol on him and 20 grand

A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying

Scarface

Everybody need to calm down stand right by your homie side

Gunshots in this motherf**ker turn this bitch into a homie-side

Yeah

Over a million sold they say I'm crossing over

Oh yeah the club packed I should've brought a rubber

My whole body inked my family hardly know me

You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie I did

Big meech era

Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim damn

Ain't stunting these women naaa

Wood Grain steering wheel I might catch a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

Put this shit down that shit still burning

I can smell that moon rock

Trapping off the court on the back porch

I did

Had that pack ordered We was back door

We was nigga

That's that good shit that's that hood shit

We hood

You a cute bitch and your crew thick

I lied

Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick

This long

With a blu davenchy dog food bricks

Heroin

Snowman on repeat Rest In Peace Nando

I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too

When brawl witchu we send them bottles through

We send the marters through

I'm on the Carter 2

Like Tyrese was on the Marta too

They start calling too

They starting falling through

Got them chickens boy like a Barbecue

Tell 'em

Talk to lame niggas something we hardly do

I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them

Okay

I think my rollie harder this an AG PARTY

Over a million sold they say I'm crossing over

Oh yeah the club packed I should've brought a rubber

My whole body inked my family hardly know me

You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie I did

Big meech era

Japanese Dinner

Trap in these denim

Ain't stuntin' these women

Wood Grain steering wheel I might catch a splinter

If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner

I think we found a winner

A flexing contest I think we found a winner

Pull up in some shorts middle of December