(Intro)
Tak called me on the jail phone
He told me, to tell them ni**a’s
Remember this lack of mercy
When my dawg get home
I said. Tak we never on these ni**a’s side
It’s the chasers
(Verse 1 – Meek Mill)
Thousand dollar jeans
With a hundred more stacks in em
Every ni**a on this jet with me
I don’t went to war for em
I used to trap with em
I got real Hollywood bi**hes f**king
With a trap ni**a
And we ain’t f**king with you rat ni**a’s
Heard they talking on twitter
We just at ni**a’s
Back where the sun never shines
They let Meek Mill back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don’t remember when I got to grind
She fell inlove with the Coco
She got a Chanel and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat show
Rolling dice on the yacht, screaming “yolo”
It’s my lituation like loso
And my situation an off shore
And I give her head like she Ocho Cinco
Dragging my mink like I’m loco
You mad at me, but she choose tho
How you get mad, bout my old ho?
2015 I do rose gold
Cause I’m in the field just like rose
But selling them os though
(Chorus – Meek Mill)
What you done it with?
Baking soda, I got baking soda
Who you running with?
It’s the chasers and we’re taking over
How you spitting that s**t?
Whip it through the glass, ni**a
Buy a hundred bottles
And put em on my tab ni**a
(Second Chorus – O.T. GENASIS)
I’m inlove with the coco
I’m inlove with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I’m inlove with the coco
(Verse 2 – O.T. GENASIS)
Riding through the city with a check on me
Riding through the hood wid a tec on me
28 make it double, I ain’t ever try to cuddle
So explain why these motherf**kers slept on me
8 ball til I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you acting like Rico
I’mma tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the motherf**king tec
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
High school, got off on a ni**a with the whopper
12 k for my pistol in a f**king dishwasher
One hit wonder, Yeah that’s a fact
Hit his ass til the police wonder where I’m at
Made so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in your ass like a goddamn thong
Coco puffs, yeah that’s for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don’t know what it is
Baking soda ain’t cut me no check
If they don’t
I’mma show them motherf**kers what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know am inlove with the coke
My ex bi**h took a young ni**a for a joke
If a ni**a got a problem then he gone get smoke
I’mma squeeze and I’m out like I parked too close
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I say I run my town like Puffy, bi**h
Units in the duffel
They like, why the f**k he never got indicted?
I guess I’m lucky, bi**h
I ain’t playing bout this nine
I will shoot this bi**h up like I’m Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple, that’s that coco
What if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got em in the air bag of the Volvo
Show God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that sh** weighing up
Then that’s that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losing pressure
That’s that low pro
If that’s the case, you gotta whip it slow mo
(Repeat Chorus)
