[Intro: Meesh]
(Prince, this a hit)
Yeah
Yeah, you live that
Yeah, I live that
Thing about Meesh, I really live— I got it
Look, come on, look
Ayy

[Verse 1: Meesh]
One thing about Meesh, I really live that
Pop up with a bag like it's Christmas
Play with a n***a cheese, you get lit, bitch
Twenty thousand on me now, all blue strips
Started out small time, now I'm a big dog
I just made a hundred off a phone call
One look, one show, yeah, they all gone
Hell yeah, I get the 'bows gone
N***as do a lot of playin', we ain't with that
Send a hundred shots where that boy live at
I know he got the message, we really live that
It ain't just rap, we really live that
Made three hundred a month, need to slow down
Look at the stash, naw, speed up
Chillin' in the hills with my feet up
Then a n***a thought, "The streets need us"
Cop another bag, send it right out
Do the Blade dance every touchdown
Yeah, I'm good everywhere, never out of bounds
And you know that bitch with us even out of town
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
My bitch was just wearin' Fashion Nova, she in Prada now
I'm a father now, so I'm stackin' every dollar now
Ran up dog shit in Detroit, I ain't go out of town
Ever since I put the switch on the glick, now I run out of rounds
Every time they see my car comin' down, they hear chopper sounds
Mad as fuck I left my bitch in eighth grade, she a doctor now
Mike said the opps slidin', I'm like, "Quit playin', bro, I'm 'bout to laugh"
In ninth grade, I was sellin' dope, walkin' out of class
Fifty racks for the Audemars, it's a chronograph
Can't be low-key no more, everywhere I go, they want an autograph
I know them n***as' legs tired with they walkin' ass
And I just bought a five fish from my mans on Telegraph
N***a ran up on my crib, left him in the grass
I'm so high off codeine, I think I'm finna pass
Remodeled dog head, tried to push his whole ceiling back
Pour an eight of Wock' and let me pop a thirty, now I'm finna rap