The Meat

Jumpin' out the coupe Fresh to death Golvin reppin' On my chest And got the shoes to match Camo 97's With the flag, attached Laces like a vibrant lemon O$KR turnin heads Like Major Payne Break ya fingers Take your necklace Why your glasses steamin up You talkin shit that's extra I'm Droppin records on the daily Tryin cop a Tesla F*ck your beamers And your Benz' Gangsters drivin girl cars Still they flexin' Go head and Pitch that shit to Netflix We spit that shit To bump, to make your head spin Doaptruck Genetics We ain't shaking hands Don't answer questions Thought you was safe at home Bitch I am the exorcist I'm known to make a pussy fold With the twitch of my wrist Beat on the chest like Kong Takin' hits from the bong Smell between the lines This doaptruck is these fuckin' bomb Come cop a bag if you feelin' froggy Take it in you feelin' saucy We on the top where there ain't no body Bitch you could never step to the position Cuz you the opposition Anything else to me is wishful fiction As we strollin' down ya block Hear the doors get locked Bitch I'm clearin' clips With no requisites