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[Intro: Meek & Lil Juice]
Eastside to the westside
You know how we came
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty
Fear nothing, rare rum and on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' smoke boy, out minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off-White on my
Niggas a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that tech up, that spark right
Money dancing at the clip, boy a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real
Going with them choppas, making real hits
I done lost so many homies, I feel shit
So I been out that chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a bitch
me super good and she ain't hard to deal with
And she post me either, she be on some chill shit
And she if she fuck a lame, I cut her real quick

[Chorus: Meek
Cut that off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she make my dick (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

2: Rick Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
on a lake, and it's so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the
I got sliders will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you, strike you you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't hide a
You was innocent but you was running a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving kilos like they funnel
Got me on a record, patience,