Meet Up

[Intro: Keezah]
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(Me and my boy Braezon we trapping all day)
Damn, uh damn

[Chorus: Keezah]
You want a bag we can meet up
Run off on the plug, fuck is a re-up
Ten band jugg I hit that with my feet up
Pouring up Tris' we ain't pouring no green up
Niggas go broke because niggas can't keep up
I see 12 in my rear view speed up
I'm in the trap house cooking up, Pyrex heat it up
Then I go back to the block and I beat it up
I'm in the fast-ass whip and it's 200 the dash
I can show you how to get that cash real fast
All you need is a scale and some motherfucking bags
Niggas get some money and they think it's gon' last
I be chasing money I ain't chasing no ass
I was shooting dice and then I fucked up my stash
It was shots fired niggas don't get a pass
And my younging toting he ain't going to class

[Verse 1: Keezah]
I was fifteen outside chasing a bag
And I'm toting that stick I ain't going out sad
I ain't shooting pedestrians get up on my man
Take me a drive nigga wanted a bag
And these rapping niggas they be going out bad
I'ma take out a opp like I take out the trash
I don't fuck with niggas they keep stealing the swag
I don't trust the cluckas they be stealing the pack

[Verse 2: Kayvo]
I ain't playing with niggas tryna catch up with my vic'
Trap house cooking up coke with a white bitch
Made her walk in the pharmacy, taking a pint script
It's a plain jane Glock and this bitch is a [?]
Bitch I wake up early I be getting it in
Get a P break it down let it go with the wind
I been getting paper it's just me and a bitch
It's a hundred or better meet me at the fence
Took a mile, gave him an inch
Nigga want a brick, took out a pinch
Selling ounces where the fuck is my bitch
I need a sip, where the fuck is the Tris'
Gave my uncle a rock make him run up the mountain
I remember the days couldn't run up a thousand
It was 5500 just cleared the account
I bust some banks for a bigger amount

[Chorus: Keezah]
You want a bag we can meet up
Run off on the plug, fuck is a re-up
Ten band jugg I hit that with my feet up
Pouring up Tris' we ain't pouring no green up
Niggas go broke because niggas can't keep up
I see 12 in my rear view speed up
I'm in the trap house cooking up, Pyrex heat it up
Then I go back to the block and I beat it up
I'm in the fast-ass whip and it's 200 the dash
I can show you how to get that cash real fast
All you need is a scale and some motherfucking bags
Niggas get some money and they think it's gon' last
I be chasing money I ain't chasing no ass
I was shooting dice and then I fucked up my stash
It was shots fired niggas don't get a pass
And my younging toting he ain't going to class