Me Too (feat. Boosie Badazz)

(Al Geno on the track)

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras

Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers

Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef

Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh

Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe

Pockets fat as **, why these **' jeans on a diet?

** this Lambo' truck, I put out the ** on the tires

It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

They stole my flow, these rappers should call me they big homie

Can't take no chances, I'm in New York with a blick on me

I used to wanna take my laces out and hang myself

Now I make ** tie my shoe when I got ** on 'em

You out your mind, **?

Me too

You down to ride, **?

Me too, yeah

You slingin' iron, **?

Me too, yeah

You on the grind, **?

Me too, yeah, me too, yeah

Foreign bad **, she know she a good example

Real **, I know I'm a good example

Uh, blowin' doja as I do two hunnid in this 'Cat

He got lots of cheese, but that ** don't matter, he a rat

All these .223s make a ** scream like Kai Cenat

Summer, winter, spring, I done seen things, I'm fallin' back

What I spent up on this jacket cost a ** life

Left him shakin' in the deli just like Ice Spice

Uh, spend a hunnid on a chain, baby, I might

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras

Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers

Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef

Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh

Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe

Pockets fat as **, why these **' jeans on a diet?

** this Lambo' truck, I put out the ** on the tires

It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

You slangin' iron, you out your mind all the time?

Me too

You take a picture, throw your sign when you shine?

Me too

Two Lambos back-to-back, you like to act?

Me too

You hate a rat, I hate a rat, I hope they die, me too

Welcome to my side where the power lines hang up your shoe (woah)

Two lives in '99, free my ** lil' Mook

My ** on that type of time, so it's all on you

They say, "Big dog, I got them bodies, but I ain't got more than you" (you know a **)

Hustlin' to the top, ** don't wanna see me there

I don't leave no prints on the stick, I wasn't even there

Did a hunnid favors for some real ** (real **)

That's probably why I got a hunnid acres and still a real **

From that bloody side (uh-huh), money side

** shoot your ** a hunnid times (hunnid times) and rap about it

Say, lil' **, 'fore you jump off, you better think about it

Social media made rattin' cool, they all talkin'

Uh, before you jump out, put on your mask, the corner store got cameras

Welcome to my side, where bodies bag and the police look for answers

Ain't no duckin' smoke when you be born into the beef

Uh, I knew I would have to go to war when I was three, uh, uh

Fifty floors up, opps want me right now, they gotta snipe

Pockets fat as **, why these **' jeans on a diet?

** this Lambo' truck, I put out the ** on the tires

It's a murder scene, I won't leave no prints on it

From that bloody side, money side

** shoot your ** a hunnid times and rap about it

Where we come from, the trenches