This one right here is what gonna lock down the whole world with this one you know what I'm sayin'? Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. *** Meat Hey! D4L ain't what's happenin' here, *** meat K-Rap, they make this hot track, *** meat You claimin' you ain't feelin' this, boy, *** meat Oh, that's real platinum on your neck, *** meat Thinkin' that girl right there gon' get with your boy, *** meat Just because you're bound to drink, she gon' tell you, *** meat Tellin' me you got them P for thirteen, *** meat Thinkin' I'm gon' keep takin' this short money, *** meat Them streets ain't got your ass geeked up, *** meat Talkin' bout you want your money back, pop, *** meat What you think, I'm a lame nigga, *** meat Just because I'm from that west, I think I'm slow, *** meat Here ain't no killers from this side, boy, *** meat *** Meat Hey! They talkin' bout to start growin', mother***ers, *** meat Come to 216 and y'all suck a nigga, we'll see a made man Tryin' to get these mother***in' millions Have my *** stacked up high in them P street buildings Ain't no ***in' friend of me, that *** weight no kiddin' me So why y'all tryin' to hang around and claim them friends and pretend to be *** meat, D4L is my real clique Them the only nigga I trust, and I break bread with See stuntin' is a habit, ooh, I got carats Every time I necklace, hey, my fans try to *** it I wish you would, I wish you wouldn't try to get bucked There's so many niggas with D4L, we'll tear that club up And they dressed in all black, I am right, we got stacked If you saw somethin' from the bar, bitch, we'll buy that *** meat I don't wanna talk about ***in' lit meat Get somewhere, I don't need no broke niggas around me *** meat, hey, *** meat, hey All my gangstas, all my thugs, that *** on you, you *** them up Hey, D4L ain't all I trust, you ***tin' me This all my love, they ain't bold enough to come and *** with us Bankhead gon' buck with us, Westside gon' buck with us ATL gon' buck with us Let me take a fade, boy, ready to come out and talk ill Bitch, you ***tin' me Let me take a line when I say it, it'll pop my bill Bitch, you ***tin' me I live a dirty old life, bitch, you think it ain't real Bitch, you ***tin' me Let me take a rest in it, put this still You ***tin' me We stand on corners and cuts We have too much, we kill us with guts Automatic, no clutch Proper boy, that's my clique, I don't care who you with D4L runnin' ***, got the hood on lock Bitch, Scott Leon, tell my dawg, free blue, what up? Cubs in the hood every day, like a fiend on drugs Got that work for the low, weed, pills, and the dro Sell it fast, never slow, count my money, get some more Send me, hey, send me, hey *