Aye Meechay

Boredom and a basehead got me feeling like no secrets fool

You know

Slutty boy young millionaire and all that

Aye Kevin turn that beat up for me though

You know how that go

Aye, aye listen

It's no secrets and you **** look like polices

Foreign features got them bitches on my phone geekin'

She Puerto Rican, I'm rollin', I don't know what she speakin'

But I know she gleesin', I must be freak-neekin' for the weekend

We trickin' chicken, my YM **** keep bitches creepin'

Kick 'em like FIFA, we ain't interested in what you teachin'

So let the panel know we back, the commission intact

In all black, bumpin' Ricky Ross in the trap

A certified fool, bitch I'm all that

Tatted up, dreads way under the skull cap

I'm feeling special, that W on my ball cap

I'm from where they catch you and wet you up where them all at

X and Rosé, now what I call that

My beautiful bliss, AKA bitch I'm drunk as shit

I'm on my shit, counting dough, talking on the phone

High as shit, my bitch say I think I'm Pablo

And I do the dash in her car like it's mine though

Screaming use your seatbelt hoe, and fuck you crying for?

We lock and load with four O's, we gets it in

With DE's, and I ain't talking defensive ends

Dividends and women where I be swimming in

If you owe up dough and you get ghost, we killing friends

We killing brothers, we killing mothers, we killing kids

That's how it is, I'm sorry we getting how we live

No secrets ****, why can't you hush your mouth?

If that ain't your girl, then what the fuck we fuss and cussing 'bout?

Rush 'em in and rush 'em out, stuff 'em in and bust 'em out

Fuck a dream, I'm 19 and **** getting crazy clout

I'm eating reed dollars, that's endless carry out

Philly cheese steaks, pineapples and grapes

Pink ace of spades, filet mignon steaks

New Jersey gambling in my hand, I hold Greg's fate

Went back to Philly in the club with the young guns

Leave in Philly, coppin' kushy from the young guns

You ain't did it 'til you coming from where I'm from

Then overcome and then do what the fuck I done

Then do it twice, you would swear I had two lives

Two homes, you would swear I had two wives

Bitch I'm a fool, you should call me don't do right

But the money long, so if I'm wrong then who's right?

Bitch I thought so, garage car show

Performance art show, all I write is Picasso's

Helicopter choppers, call 'em Petey Pablos

Rip you out your shirt and clothes, roll out with my eyes low

I go too far, I'm the shit

**** is MILFs, morons I like to forget

I'm on my shit, window tint, choke, endo

New dough, old game, Nintendos

Lorenzo with the Benzo, my kinfolk

Don't copy that, roger that, ten-four

I be the type to fuck with Pentagon for boredom

Then leave with alias, eat these and call 'em foursomes

See I cop 'em, rock 'em, take 'em back, Nordstroms

Make 'em send that paper back, they hate that, then more come

So who trippin'? Not I says the poor one

In the cut, rollin' doobies up, more fun

Hey mama, you should let me smoke with your son

And I bet he eats that pussy good and start collecting more guns

Slutty boys, fool squad, I run with morons

More paper, fuck my old haters, made more come

Damn Bob, where the fuck you get them cords from?

Make me smoke that haze and go crazy, reach for your gun

No secrets pussy, with secret moulage

She was amazed from the gate and there was 50 yards

Away from the garage and I swear to God

XXL magazine, bitch I'm too large

Yeah I'm from the hood bitch

And I love my disrespectfulness and all my hood shit

And I love my haters even more, like what's good shit?

I ain't seen you, where you been? Come fuck with your friend

Pussy ****, I done did it, you **** pretend

While you was saving, she was bathing with me and my man

And we had them junkies out there slaving and bringing 'em in

A animal out the cage, ain't no caging me in

Nosy neighbors geeking, calling polices again

'Til you pull that pistol out, **** call 'em again

Yeah, now call 'em again

****, **** call 'em again

Call 'em again

****, it's no secrets