Free Meechy

(Any Last Words) What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Nigga, yeah Baow, baow, baow (D-Roc) Look Tell 'em, "Check me out now," know I got that shit in me Know I got my Glock out, say that they gon' get at me Murder, know that that be my town, try to sling that stick at me Try to send a bitch to me, I'ma send her right back up in pieces I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin' Murder until we get even That's on God, got my bitch behind me Plenty sticks inside this car, I pray the law don't get behind me Gon' send me straight to Rikers Island Said, lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it You ain't kill shit, you ain't whack nothin', know we got plenty bodies Come from the slums, ridin' in a bucket, now we four-door slidin' With dirty sticks off in this bitch I want a nigga for to trip I up and shoot from off the hip, bang Gang, know that's what I bang Green flags, got everything Uh, shorty bad, she insane She just wan' give me brain Uh, but can't be my main You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip She let me thug with the chick who stayed down with me Play, I swing around this bitch like I'm playin' baseball Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs Uh, make me foot y'all, what that mean? Step on him Uh, dirty motherfucker, smash him, then we rep' off him Ooh (it's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (it's Lil Top) Ooh Hold on (who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama "Haha, bet you miss him" (who they can't stop) Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' with my chopper, mhm I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the devil got me, hmm I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex ho That's a dog ho, tryna put me back on child support I got money now and I'm on that 30 million flow Hundred thousand dollars sittin' right there on top the bedboard My lil' bitch a model, I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body Bitch, I'm out my body Pop that X and flood my veins with molly (whoa, whoa) Watch me swerve the Rolls Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay Chopper with a knife, get slayed Massacre, masquerade Rockstar motherfucker, make the crowd go up in a rage I'm on too many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face WYGD, when you play, you gon' die Hold on, I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride 'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car Hold on, caught him on the porch and I hit him with that fire (bah, bah) And he died, uh Ooh (it's Lil Top) Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (it's Lil Top) Ooh Hold on (who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama "Haha, bet you miss him" (who they can't stop)