Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meekz
Vocals
Kyle Evans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Meekz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kyle Evans
Producer
Luke Grieve
Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
No promo, tell my bros I love 'em
Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em
I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin
If I call my man fam, that's gang
Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks
I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix
If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics
[Verse 1]
I'm a master, I can't fuck up the mix
I run it up while you run up your lips
Keep runnin' your big lips while I'm runnin' my digits
Man a giant in this ting, dem man are midgets
Couple man that I missed that are still on my hitlist
Dem man are pissed cah I'm sittin' on hits
Boy, it's crunch time like I'm steppin' on crisps
Free the mandem, yeah, I swear I miss 'em
Shit ain't the same when they're in prison
Ain't many man that share this vision
Is what it is, it's the way we livin'
I know that it's wrong, but I still won't listen
Tryna make a whole mill' out this kitchen
Thought he was saucing, caught him, dipped him
Don't call me bro, I don't war with siblings
[Chorus]
No promo, tell my bros I love 'em
Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em
I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin
If I call my man fam, that's gang
Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks
I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix
If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics
[Verse 2]
Caught him, cheffed him, shived him
Torched the pricks and I left 'em limping
I'll have the TEC just ringing
D on my neck just blinging
Too different, I used to move different
Before social distant, I used to move distant
Anti-social, I keep putting dank in Rizlas
You can't mix friends with business
She a bad bitch but she bare catfish
How dare say they're active?
110's and some Air Maxes
I just wanna get rich , cop bare 'matics
That's why I'm in the T with bare addicts
That's why I hit licks and rap like this
I'm addicted to sticks and mathematics
If I ever did switch, it's a madman tip
[Chorus]
No promo, tell my bros I love 'em
Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em
I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin
If I call my man fam, that's gang
Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks
I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix
If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics
[Verse 3]
Though this rap shit's fucked, I got M's on my mind
I got messages in my DMs saying, "Rent me a line"
I just copped a new stick, but I got skengs on my mind
Three bags for the apple, I got stems on my Nikes
Press plus 99, plus I'm busy all the time
And I got Lizzy on my mind, now six figures feels light
I let the fans take pictures
I'm tryna make eight figures
Streets ain't easy, I've seen fiends turn snitches
For the cream, we burn bridges, gotta learn business
Sometimes I remind myself I'm the only **** that did this
Big litness, ticking sticks off the wishlist
Extended big whistlers
Send me pictures encrypted
I got life, I risked it
I wish I got life like **** did
I'm alive, I did this
[Chorus]
No promo, tell my bros I love 'em
Cah I lost man, I can't kiss and hug 'em
I might call bro 'cause that ain't my cousin
If I call my man fam, that's gang
Watch how I step, don't look at my kicks
I've been grindin', I've been stuck in the mix
If you're my dawg, then I love you to bits
If I ever did switch, then cut up the pics
[Outro]
110's and some Air Maxes, I just
Copped bare 'matics
110's and some Air Maxes, I just
It's a mad man tip
Written by: Meekz
