meetup (feat. K.M.O)

(Yea yea yea yea yea yea
 Westside nigga, aye
 Uh uh woah)
 New amsterdam in the cup
 3 half n grams in the blunt
 You know we having some fun
 Hit the sprizzy with the drop for a light thrill
 This a light chill
 Made everything around me feel like Mike Will
 All these checks on my body like I got a Nike deal
 Don't let the singing get you fused all my niggas might steal
 Might hit you with the steal
 Might still catch a body
 It's crazy I be walking to the hills from the lobby
 We got it poppin did it on our own
 Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
 Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
 And the wrist on platinum, gold
 But I'm tryna get that bitch frozen
 Talking on me still don't know shit
 Every milli imma crack a pint
 I'm a crack a baddy every night cause I want to
 Off the X, off the lean, off the drank
 I just hit the bong nigga I can't even think
 I just bought a maro nigga I just bought some range
 It ain't even NBA but I make this shit ring
 We gone play
 (We, We, We got it poppin
 We, We, We got it poppin)
 We got it what?
 What? What? We got it
 We got it what?
 We got it what?
 That nigga trippin I put molly in my cup
 We moving different I got models in the cut
 In the cut, yea
 Like a knife, uh
 Nigga ain't even 21
 How many hoes I hit this week 21
 How many lines in this bitch like 21
 Wang got plenty funds
 I got plenty sons
 Stick got kickback
 Dick she grip that
 Blowing down the whole pack
 Can't lack no
 Wallet filled with pesos
 Lil nigga I can't fold
 I treat this shit like it's a game of poker
 Bad lil bitch off Facebook she askin me to come poke her
 Do the dash 12 can't stop me no
 Roll me a wood Issa facer
 She wanna come gimme face uh huh
 Keeping a stick at the waist uh huh
 Keep niggas in line like braces
 Hoppin out a benzo
 Wallet fat it can't fold
 When u get some money niggas switch up like Nintendo
 Took her to the bedroom
 Got me in the swimming pool
 Pills in the drank
 Finna put me on pluto
 We got it poppin did it on our own
 Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
 Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
 And the wrist on platinum, gold
 We got it poppin did it on our own
 Meetup with wang and better bet we gone blow
 Back of the van and now we pushing Maro
 And the wrist on platinum, gold
 Nigga fuck you I don't dance
 All this wock keep fucking up the plans
 In store I be fucking up my bands
 Online be fucking my Ams
 Spent 300 holding up my pants
 If you ask me what I'm holding ain't no hands
 And she gone do it with no hands
 She ain't a stripper she slow dance
 Wrist on platinum
 Wrist on dancing
 Wrist on platinum
 We keep dancing