Yo (blrrd)
All them long days flickin' in the whip
Stackin' for a crib, got the spinner on my hip
Had to whip-whip, now it's close to six figures on my wrist
Went from little bits and hittin' licks
Can't believe I did the Brits, Dave, Fred', Ghetts and Giggs
Gettin' paid off a stage, I'm really goin' lidge
I feel like Money Mitch, I'm broke baby, they know that I'm rich
Them man are still gassed off of phones and sticks, clothes and kicks
You ever spent ten racks on a fit, posted it and didn't wear it
You ever been offered big quid's and had to air it, turnt down bare shit
I feel to split it with my hitter and share it
Do a mazzaeen for my boy, some days I can't bare it
But if I let the rare tare rip
The .38's sick, make a prick see the pearly gates quick
Got me questionin' who I'm really mates with
Face hot so you can catch a face lift, tryna take pics
Same old, same shit, different day, same tip
Easy to make it, you gotta maintain it
I ain't gotta fake it, show you how to level up and lane switch
Money Meekz I drop a mission on the beat like a paid hit
I ain't got a kid and if I did, I'd do the driz and not claim it
But watchin' me, I can't blame it, take a pic and frame it
Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell
I'm flamin', only thin' I hate is when a nigga starts hatin'
Really don't rate it, I was lit way before the fame shit
I was gonna say some hot shit, I had to change it
Rearrange it 'cah I'on't wanna bait shit
I shot the vid and then I changed it
Do it like the RS Q3 or the RS Q8 rims
I bought the RS off the Hoods Hottest savings
And since we're on the topic of the hate things
Ladies if you ever get grabbed it's no comment, say Nathan
Until solicitors arrive you ain't gotta give a statement
This new tings old, ancient, bro's so blatant
Puttin' money in boxes like donations
Shit's bigger than my city, I'm litty across the whole nation
And if I drop a hit then they'll run it on all the radio stations
This is for my hitters in kitchens that's whippin' with no aprons
Free the mandem, they got 'em locked with the Masons
I got more white and dark spots than Dalmatians
Ask pops, the shops hot, think I'm on obs, gettin' watch by surveillance
Meekz - Hood's Hottest, Pt. 2 Lyrics
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Yo (blrrd)
All them long days flickin' in the whip
Stackin' for a crib, got the spinner on my hip
Had to whip-whip, now it's close to six figures on my wrist
Went from little bits and hittin' licks
Can't believe I did the Brits, Dave, Fred', Ghetts and Giggs
Gettin' paid off a stage, I'm really goin' lidge
I feel like Money Mitch, I'm broke baby, they know that I'm rich
Them man are still gassed off of phones and sticks, clothes and kicks
You ever spent ten racks on a fit, posted it and didn't wear it
You ever been offered big quid's and had to air it, turnt down bare shit
I feel to split it with my hitter and share it
Do a mazzaeen for my boy, some days I can't bare it
But if I let the rare tare rip
The .38's sick, make a prick see the pearly gates quick
Got me questionin' who I'm really mates with
Face hot so you can catch a face lift, tryna take pics
Same old, same shit, different day, same tip
Easy to make it, you gotta maintain it
I ain't gotta fake it, show you how to level up and lane switch
Money Meekz I drop a mission on the beat like a paid hit
I ain't got a kid and if I did, I'd do the driz and not claim it
But watchin' me, I can't blame it, take a pic and frame it
Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell
I'm flamin', only thin' I hate is when a nigga starts hatin'
Really don't rate it, I was lit way before the fame shit
I was gonna say some hot shit, I had to change it
Rearrange it 'cah I'on't wanna bait shit
I shot the vid and then I changed it
Do it like the RS Q3 or the RS Q8 rims
I bought the RS off the Hoods Hottest savings
And since we're on the topic of the hate things
Ladies if you ever get grabbed it's no comment, say Nathan
Until solicitors arrive you ain't gotta give a statement
This new tings old, ancient, bro's so blatant
Puttin' money in boxes like donations
Shit's bigger than my city, I'm litty across the whole nation
And if I drop a hit then they'll run it on all the radio stations
This is for my hitters in kitchens that's whippin' with no aprons
Free the mandem, they got 'em locked with the Masons
I got more white and dark spots than Dalmatians
Ask pops, the shops hot, think I'm on obs, gettin' watch by surveillance
All them long days flickin' in the whip
Stackin' for a crib, got the spinner on my hip
Had to whip-whip, now it's close to six figures on my wrist
Went from little bits and hittin' licks
Can't believe I did the Brits, Dave, Fred', Ghetts and Giggs
Gettin' paid off a stage, I'm really goin' lidge
I feel like Money Mitch, I'm broke baby, they know that I'm rich
Them man are still gassed off of phones and sticks, clothes and kicks
You ever spent ten racks on a fit, posted it and didn't wear it
You ever been offered big quid's and had to air it, turnt down bare shit
I feel to split it with my hitter and share it
Do a mazzaeen for my boy, some days I can't bare it
But if I let the rare tare rip
The .38's sick, make a prick see the pearly gates quick
Got me questionin' who I'm really mates with
Face hot so you can catch a face lift, tryna take pics
Same old, same shit, different day, same tip
Easy to make it, you gotta maintain it
I ain't gotta fake it, show you how to level up and lane switch
Money Meekz I drop a mission on the beat like a paid hit
I ain't got a kid and if I did, I'd do the driz and not claim it
But watchin' me, I can't blame it, take a pic and frame it
Meekz Manny bet the name rings a bell
I'm flamin', only thin' I hate is when a nigga starts hatin'
Really don't rate it, I was lit way before the fame shit
I was gonna say some hot shit, I had to change it
Rearrange it 'cah I'on't wanna bait shit
I shot the vid and then I changed it
Do it like the RS Q3 or the RS Q8 rims
I bought the RS off the Hoods Hottest savings
And since we're on the topic of the hate things
Ladies if you ever get grabbed it's no comment, say Nathan
Until solicitors arrive you ain't gotta give a statement
This new tings old, ancient, bro's so blatant
Puttin' money in boxes like donations
Shit's bigger than my city, I'm litty across the whole nation
And if I drop a hit then they'll run it on all the radio stations
This is for my hitters in kitchens that's whippin' with no aprons
Free the mandem, they got 'em locked with the Masons
I got more white and dark spots than Dalmatians
Ask pops, the shops hot, think I'm on obs, gettin' watch by surveillance
Writer: Mico Howles
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC