[Hook: Young Meekins]
Arizona in my hand with a forty on my waist,
Aint no bullets flying at us, its the money that we chase,
As we drive flying by, fucking bitches getting high,
Red and blue in the back as they begin to attack,
Bullet in your man shit sounds like a plan,

[Verse 1: Young Meekins]
Pass the address i don't need a fucking hand,
Flip your bitch over make her do a handstand,
Flying so high like peter pan, cant neverland,
Pull up, windows down,
Your boys not around,
It's your fault your indebt ,
Bitch ass fucking, make her sweat yuh,

[Verse 2: Young Meekins]
Leader of the pack,
None of our crew ever lack,
Fucking your bitch from the back,
Ducking so much that i quack,
Glock with the razor and i'm shooting at your mans,
Your bitch get excited and we have a little dance,
Pulling up like we the leaders of the new fucking trance,
New world of freedom, 47 inked on my hands,
[Hook: Young Meekins]
Arizona in my hand with a forty on my waist,
Aint no bullets flying at us, its the money that we chase,
As we drive flying by, fucking bitches getting high,
Red and blue in the back as they begin to attack,