Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ametriyus Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
They like meechy boy he a demon
Young nigga stay eatin' yeah
They say EJ from Cleveland
Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah
We the realist niggas of the season
We ball hard for no reason yeah
Know you niggas don't know the meanin'
Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah
Gettin' money it's green
No we ain't talkin' no trees nah
Pretty girl on fleek
She get anything for free y'all
That drip stay in my genes
From my head straight to me feet y'all
You could meet me in the ring
If you ever want that beef dog
But you better come with cheese
Boy i'm flexin' hard wit hella bands
Man I can't wait to see us wit hella fans
I done turned into a dirty man
Told my momma don't you worry man
Pullin' deep just like i'm curry man
Wrist on froze like a flurry man
You boys funny Eddy Murphy man
Why she keep talkin' bouta birkin bag
Bankroll we eatin'
I can't wife a girl i'm cheatin'
Betta come check up on me i'm heated
Niggas gone hate it cuz i'm leadin'
I'm the coldest youngin' here breathin'
Swear we gone ball hard every season
Can't have no girl because they leachin'
They all gone turn on you i'm thinkin'
Boy we gone go the dummy way
So boy you better go the other way
Told her don't even try to come today
Girl you should probably come another day
Boy we affiliated wit bosses
I swear that we be on that raw shit
And boy i'm drippin' like a faucet
I swear that we gone do this often
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They like meechy boy he a demon
Young nigga stay eatin' yeah
They say EJ from Cleveland
Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah
We the realist niggas of the season
We ball hard for no reason yeah
Know you niggas don't know the meanin'
Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah
Gettin' money it's green
No we ain't talkin' no trees nah
Pretty girl on fleek
She get anything for free y'all
That drip stay in my genes
From my head straight to me feet y'all
You could meet me in the ring
If you ever want that beef dog
But you better come with cheese
They like meechy boy he a demon
Young nigga stay eatin' yeah
They say EJ from Cleveland
Me and meech stay eatin' stay eatin' yeah
We the realist niggas of the season
We ball hard for no reason yeah
Know you niggas don't know the meanin'
Don't hit my phone i'm leavin' yeah
Gettin' money it's green
No we ain't talkin' no trees nah
Pretty girl on fleek
She get anything for free y'all
That drip stay in my genes
From my head straight to me feet y'all
You could meet me in the ring
If you ever want that beef dog
But you better come with cheese
Writer(s): Ametriyus Thomas
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