Upcoming Concerts for Meek Mill
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
Vocals
Meek Mill
Vocals
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cubeatz
Producer
mac attkisson
Recording Engineer
Alex Estevez
Engineer
Lou Carrao
Engineer
Steven Xia
Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Producer
Anthony Cruz
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, ooh
Wheezy outta here
[Verse 1]
We gon' wake your dog 'bout that cash
Huh
Play, I'll put them demons on yo' ass
Huh
I got too much problems, don't make me mad
Don't make me mad
I'm too rich to send a hit, you better be glad
Better be glad
Deep down in them trenches, started up in extensions
Thuggin' on 'em
Touch down in the clearport, now we back in business
Back in business
Pull up in my hood, these **** be actin' different
For what?
They gon' keep it cool 'cause we'll wack them ****
Brrt
Livin' to die, ****, we dyin' to live
Dyin' to live
Had to sacrifice my life just for my mom and kids
Mom and kids
Beefin' with some real killers, they at my momma crib
Uh
Turn me to a monster, gotta show you **** what time it is
Huh
I gotta rush from all these **** wanna hit me up
Boom, boom, boom
I was taught you kill a real killer and it give you luck
Luck
Feds gave my young **** thirty years and he stuck
And he stuck
Still prayin' he don't give me up
Huh
[Chorus]
We gon' wake your dog 'bout that cash
Huh
Send a message to him with no mask
With no mask
You don't wanna see my lil' **** in your grass
Huh
Hangin' all out the window swingin' that MAC
Boom, boom, boom
Pay you back, ****, gon' pay you back
21, 21
Beefin' with with some real rich **** that'll get you wet
Get you wet
We ain't never fearin' no ****, we're like "Where you at?"
21, 21
Pay you back, **** gon' pay you back, whoa
[Verse 2]
I can't lie, I feel like John Wick with a stick
Straight up
Bought a trap phone just to greenlight hits
Straight up, straight up
All that talkin' make this chopper give you lip filler
21
I come from the Six where they kill killers
Straight up
This AK got so many bodies I call it Charles Manson
Straight up
We was tryna find a lick, y'all **** was somewhere dancin'
Bitch
Them young **** still had respect when they was broke, huh?
On God
The whole city know that 21 gang gon' smoke somebody
If you want a wack, it's gon' cost ten nickels
Fifty
Bring a hundred racks, it could get done quicker
Quickie
Desert Eagle bullets same size as a pickle
Straight up
We kill all the opps and then we fuck all they sisters
On God
All the guns I own got hollow tips in 'em
Straight up
****, pick a side or you gon' die in the middle
Dreamchaser shoot 'em with a .38 through the pillow
Wish I rapped in the 90's 'cause this 2k shit full of weirdos
Weirdos
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
We gon' wake your dog 'bout that cash
Huh
Send a message to him with no mask
Huh
You don't wanna see my lil' **** in your grass
Huh
Hangin' all out the window swingin' that MAC
Boom, boom, boom
Pay you back, ****, gon' pay you back
Pay you back
Beefin' with with some real rich **** that'll get you wet
Get you wet
We ain't never fearin' no ****, we're like "Where you at?", woo
Pay you back, **** gon' pay you back, whoa
[Verse 3]
I'm like free all my young **** that's incarcerated
Free 'em
See twenty mill' by thirty-two, I feel obligated
Yeah
I say **** don't want no smoke, you ain't no carburetor
Brrt
Try to kill me I come right back, Arnold Schwarzenegger
Ha
AP Terminator gon' make me burn a hater
Terminator, burn a hater
Lil' bitch shitted on me back then, I had to return the favor
Whoa
I fucked first night, I ain't hit her back, I don't wanna fight
You can get it back, I ain't beatin' 'bout no dog, ho
Can't find a bitch like Waldo
'Cause you was tryna buy the bitch Aldo
****, this that Chanel money
This that so much work, if you get caught, you better not tell money
This that out yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bells in, right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit and he turnt up, huh
If gettin' money was a sin, ****, I'd be burned up, huh
If you know a **** from back then, know I was fucked up, huh
Get to pointin' fingers and they swingin' through like a nunchuck, gang
Wheezy outta here
[Chorus]
We gon' wake your dog 'bout that cash
Huh
Send a message to him with no mask
Huh
You don't wanna see my lil' **** in your grass
Huh
Hangin' all out the window swingin' that MAC
Boom, boom, boom
Pay you back, ****, gon' pay you back
Pay you back
Beefin' with with some real rich **** that'll get you wet
Get you wet
We ain't never fearin' no ****, we're like "Where you at?", woo
Pay you back, **** gon' pay you back, whoa
Written by: Cubeatz, Meek Mill, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Wesley Glass