[Verse 1: Meekz]

Counting silly gwop
Made me wanna milly rock
Front page GMP for beeji you ever been as hot?
Different city different spot
Still licking off
Whip it 'till it flippin' rocks
Get it cheap if the spinners hot
Some shit I need to finish off
Collect the pack and jack my stack I'm doing home runs
Times when we was fucked and we had no funds
Hunger in your belly when the doe comes
Smoke will fill your whole lungs
Times when we was so young
Hit licks and then we go cunch
I ain't interested in slow funds
More to rap than doe guns
This one heres for the old slums
I've been rapping since a baby ask my own mum
So it's only right that the shows come
My n***as rattin' hope he throw up
Real n***as rap and hope they blow up
Shit I did to get my doe up
Shit I did to get my doe stay cold
You can never clone
Put it on my life or 100 racks off my pebble phone

[Verse 2: Meekz]

I remember locked up they had me listening to R'n'B
Listening to no rap, no cap they ain't as hard as me
Got me spillin' Bs on my Versace jeans
How the fuck didn't make a mill before Cardi B?
I should have signed, they hard to please
Now they see me like: "It can't be Meekz"
Little barbie freaks say I'm hard to meet
I know real made men got locked and see their doe vanish
Mrs left and now they listening to old classics
'Shh' lost a half an M, don't panic
Now he's living so Spanish
Hollow tips and clips will make your soul vanish
Think I knew Juju, way I make a hoe vanish
Whip it with the magic make an O spasm
No new flows darg, this my old pattern