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. Shit Meat Hey! D4L ain't what's happenin' here, shit meat K-Rap, they make this hot track, shit meat You claimin' you ain't feelin' this, boy, shit meat Oh, that's real platinum on your neck, shit meat Thinkin' that girl right there gon' get with your boy, shit meat Just because you're bound to drink, she gon' tell you, shit meat Tellin' me you got them P for thirteen, shit meat Thinkin' I'm gon' keep takin' this short money, shit meat Them streets ain't got your ass geeked up, shit meat Talkin' bout you want your money back, pop, shit meat What you think, I'm a lame nigga, shit meat Just because I'm from that west, I think I'm slow, shit meat Here ain't no killers from this side, boy, shit meat Shit Meat Hey! They talkin' bout to start growin', motherfuckers, shit meat Come to 216 and y'all suck a nigga, we'll see a made man Tryin' to get these motherfuckin' millions Have my shit stacked up high in them P street buildings Ain't no fuckin' friend of me, that shit weight no kiddin' me So why y'all tryin' to hang around and claim them friends and pretend to be Shit 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 grab 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 shit meat I don't wanna talk about fuckin' lit meat Get somewhere, I don't need no broke niggas around me Shit meat, hey, shit meat, hey All my gangstas, all my thugs, that shit on you, you fuck them up Hey, D4L ain't all I trust, you shittin' me This all my love, they ain't bold enough to come and fuck 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 shittin' me Let me take a line when I say it, it'll pop my bill Bitch, you shittin' me I live a dirty old life, bitch, you think it ain't real Bitch, you shittin' me Let me take a rest in it, put this still You shittin' 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' shit, 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 *