Mei Ling's Special

I get her a pedi, and her new Celine's My b**** real bad, but she look more mean I'm a troop on the low, and send shots for the team I'ma score for Kee (Keith), up the glock with a beam I'ma swerve on the E, I ain't crashing the Beem I'ma floor if I crash, bring the Mac on the scene I was up in school, with that strap in my jeans Young with a bag, I was trappin' off beans I said I want your love, she said I'm a fiend B**** I came out the mud, so like f*** do you mean? Real eyes see real lies, so it's not what it seems If she suck me today, then tonight we on Shein Bad lil b**** top foreign, I put that b**** in a foreign I like her vibe, cause she lit not boring I catch a opp, rip the block when I'm scoring I clutch the blick, when I wake in the morning I pull up on her, no rubber I'm horny I got the b**** takin' Mollys, and snortin' If I up, better duck like Oregon Get my shots up, when I wake in the morning For Keith, you know how I'm scoring We catch him, flame him and torch him I got blue cooks in this wood, straight from Oakland She like them chains in her face, when I'm strokin' Turn around, lemme smack if it's pokin' Said leave yo n****, you know you ain't for him You for Dai babygirl, and you gorgeous Can't have a baby bae, I'm too important I run up them Benji's, and throw all the George's Step in the function, with blicky and forces Had to wake the b**** up ,cause I feel like she snorin' She like, " Dai what you do that for?" Cause b**** I'm a joint, and I won't slap a hoe Tryna wack a opp, like tic tac toe We can't be alone so b****, you gotta go Drop off 91st and Figerou' When I start switching lanes, do not rage on the road Like we back in the 80's, I'm paging her phone Unless you bringing a bag, i ain't taking you home Skinny lil b**** , shake her tail but it's bones I ain't take a left, so how am I wrong I beat down her walls, while I'm pulling her thong I'm hyping her up, while she shake to the song