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no calls - nba meechy baby lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah (meechy baby)
4ktrey (ooh, bearmakehits)
(illwill made the beat bounce)
(nebula)

[verse]
said i’m on it, ain’t come from the city
i got a bag, whole lot of blue benjis
hop out the jag, the windows tinted
don’t like to brag when i’m havin’, gettin’
don’t like to brag when i’m havin’, gettin’
don’t like to brag when i’m havin’, gettin’
2016, wasn’t havin’ sh*t
ready to come off them addys and sh*t
on the road off them addys and sh*t
patek, patek, patek, patek, patek
i want a patek, little b*tch
i used to trap out her house and you married the b*tch
you cuffin’ an average lil’ b*tch
i’m all in her dms, i don’t even hit her back
i’m on some arrogant sh*t, in the back of the bm
f*ck on his bm, then drop her off, you can have the b*tch
i’m caught up in this traffickin’
really droppin’ off packages
get ’em gone gone, get ’em gone quick
know dirty money in the mattresses
too much of it, really havin’ sh*t
want a bustdown, want a patek, b*tch
i’m bustin’ down pounds with my savages
sixty rounds in the dirty stick
not from 38, but i’m never broke
never broke and that’s real sh*t
forever, forever my record label
remember me and cuz was hittin’ l!cks
always knew you would get rich
came a long, long, long, long way
still rockin’ the same kicks
all*white g nikes, no givenchys
no audemar on my wrist
lil meechy came from the trenches
now watch how far i get
i wanna cop a new bentley
i wanna water my wrist
went out of town, hit a l!ck
i blew a bag on my b*tch
4ktrey, they call the play
and cuz toss the assist
i’m rollin’ up ‘wood in the trap
talkin’ on ways to get rich
yeah, i was gon’ stop on missouri
stop on missouri and sit
we in the bottom, sticks
pull up, you know i’ma hit
beefin’ with them b*tches ’round the corner, we don’t speak on that
how you trappin’ on that street, ain’t really sleep on that?
soon as i get some spare time, b*tch, i’ma creep on that
i been grinding, ain’t got no time, get it on my lonely, yeah, yeah
i’m built for this sh*t, i’m made for it
not in a wraith, yeah, i’m in a ford
your b*tch talkin’ sh*t that we can’t afford
lookin’ at houses you can’t afford
stop and back down and she pay with her card
i just came home, i was broke, on god
i still overcame and beat the odds, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pull up rental, changin’ cars, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
pull up hits, i’m slangin’ rods, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i was sittin’ back in them sheriff cars
too many times, had to beat the odds
done left, yeah, with them racecars
got a cereal box, i’m sellin’ arts
got a house full of glocks and ars
took the rakes from br
and devil dealin’ with ballers
grow house, ain’t accepting no callers
smokin’ weed with growers
loaded like i’m on the carter
my bm on the balcony, i f*cked her all in the shower
ain’t got no phone ’cause in the hotel, ain’t acceptin’ no calls
yeah, i ain’t acceptin’ no calls
ain’t got no phone ’cause in the hotel, ain’t acceptin’ no calls
yeah, i ain’t acceptin’ no calls

- nba meechy baby lyrics

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