Mad About Bars - S4-E18 P1 - Mixtape Madness, Meekz

Think I won’t get it popping cause I’m popular

And when your line ain’t popping gotta spot for ya

Hit OT and get it popping off my Nokia

Best be happy that I’m rapping not robbing ya

You couldn’t see my vision with binoculars

Had to switch it up they try copy us

Ey yo I’m bout to set it off Queen Latifa

I don’t need a feature

When I was locked I’m locking spots I didn’t see em J they didn’t see me leave

her

I need a house, some niggas need a beamer

I need a mortgage they just need a teacher

Kicking all the drids from brum hittaz I’m a greazy geeza

If you don’t feel me from the intro

Ima check you on the outro

Mouth closed, I’m all about tho

Bout to make my town blow, always been around gold

Can fill it now the times close

Labels doing numbers on my last 5 posts

The energies done been alive

Sick of hitting fiends the same road where my nigga died

Still eat shit like it’s dinner time

Now I got 'em gassed off a bit of hype

All the shit I did to get the vision right

I’m just tryna hit A M she tryna hit a pipe

Remember sitting with the pipe just tryna hit a guy

Hitting mission times different city times

Tryna bill I seen you tryna bill a line

Dinner time

Gorilla time, sinners life

I gotta get it out my homestead

Got me on some dumb shit really tryna get the funds in

Nights my shit what they bumpin', really on my nev shit why you think I ate shit

Tryna get rich make a exit I ain’t tryna get arrested

Remember sitting in the bank thinking silly tramps, when I hit the road I need

to fill a bag

I’m a lion going gorilla mad

Amount of traps I see that need a brillo pad

Can’t you hear it in my voice I need my niggas back I’m going 6 figure mad

I need a bigger bag

No one ever helped me you can ask mike

Get it off a trap line rap guys when they stack time

Good times on bad times I’m good to make a pack fly

OT they know me like I’m that guy

All I know is silly trap

Really tryna fill a bag, can’t believe this music games really where my dinners

at

Got niggas mad I’m tryna bill a path

Sitting in jail I used to chill and laugh

I’m bringing shivers back

Feel it in your friggin' back I can’t just sit and chat

I’m tryna hit a M you tryna hit a graft

I’ve been doing numbers show me bigger maths

Music got my hittaz going mad

I’m too deep no going back in fact every trap I drop like I owe a crap

Think I won’t get it popping cause I’m popular

And when your line ain’t popping gotta spot for ya

Hit OT and get it popping off my Nokia

Best be happy that I’m rapping not robbing ya

You couldn’t see my vision with binoculars

Had to switch it up they try copy us