The Meeting

Intro (Nyce Da Future) You Know the vibes nigga Yeah Ay yo Verse 1 (Nyce Da Future) This remind me of a Mexican standoff, cut your hand off Tan Porsche, windows down, he ran off My boys man, they with the shit, they knock the grams off Your mans soft, I cook him for free, now get the Spam sauce Bitch I make it hot like Saharan sand in that caravan Always stay ready to shoot, call me the cameraman Straight action movie my nigga, when the llama bam Extendo on the handle, more clips than a banana stand Man to man, you can't f*ck with me, you ain't built for it Hesitate when you draw pistols, niggas get killed for it So much money stashed in the trap we make stilts for it Cross the team boy, it's cool, you get the drill for it, yeah Cause this a secret society, guns, we got variety, fake shit don't apply to me I told you I'm a contract killer, the streets hire me We them front row boys, I'm reppin' until they retire me Verse 2 (G4 JAG) Imagine coming out the mud, to nothing but a pack of drugs Fifty blam, you move on me, I bet that shit is backing up Niggas who had started this race is somehow in the back of us Cause I'm trappin', Motel six or if it's the Radisson It's real time, sweat, tears and blood, I'm still gonna spill mine You ain't get the signal, I can still send out a kill sign Couple niggas really surviving and you still gonna feel mine Put you under the ring if you talking real fire Spent five racks on Balenci' jackets that's half denim We made a ten piece on the side street with the pack with em Running around the fours with the thirty eight, nigga Ahk get em So f*ck a bar, it's authenticity, if you even rap with em Prices i your value when you live the shit you live about I tried to work, I ended up with a scale, ain't no different route It's pussy niggas hating, I ain't never even met But they mad when they check the search history inside they bitch's house