Meant2Be Lyrics

Woah woah, oh woah woah

Woah woah, woah, woah

Woah woah, woah woah

Yeah

Puffing on puffing on reefer

Heard that bitch wanna charge five k for a feature

Slide through with a chop bitch don't need her

Hit that bitch, put her face on a t shirt

I heard your man want a pic' with me

Gonna chop that boy, vasectomy

And you'll never know what you meant to me

My bullet hit you like it's meant to be

My bullet hit you like a ruger

Tryna go three times plat' on you losers

Bust down my watch, you could call my jeweler

You could try my luck, ain't mean shit to ya

Ugh, gonna get that cash, gonna pay me bitch

Gonna cock that back, no safety bitch

Gonna pull that shit, if you play me bitch

Fuck, think I've been losing it

I think I lost my brains, a couple of years back

Got a bitch and she smoking on anthrax

Got a hundred k in the backpack

That's a big safe, that's a big bank

Huh, with a two toned wrist

Fuck what you think imma talk my shit

New sr with the dark ass tints

Got a new rr gonna crash that shit

Gonna crash that shit out

Heard you talk a lot, got a big mouth

Got a new glock, bouta wipe down

Keep a silencer, it don't make sound

Gonna shut that bitch, right up

Glock nineteen always keep one tucked

Life's a gamble so I might test my luck

I done lost my mind, I done lost my bucks

Fuck, shit like a riddle to me

I been losing my mind, I been losing my decency too

Thumbing on thumbing the racks

I been counting the bills I been counting the mother fucking blues

So you wanna be like that shit, don't you

I been living my money look like point of view

Got a couple bands, yeah I know I do

But it ain't worth shit if it ain't with you

Huh, it ain't worth shit if it ain't with you

I been living my life like a fucking cartoon

I'm stacking my money

Right up to the moon

Huh, jump out the house, jump out that bitch

Jump in the store and I flooded the wrist

Why you talk down when you ain't on shit

Keep a semi on me with extended clip

With extended clip

Ugh, with extended clip, with extended clip

With extended clip

With extended clip

Puffing on puffing on reefer

Heard that bitch wanna charge five k for a feature

Slide through with a chop bitch don't need her

Hit that bitch, put her face on a t shirt

I heard your man want a pic' with me

Gonna chop that boy, vasectomy

And you'll never know what you meant to me

My bullet hit you like it's meant to be

My bullet hit you like a ruger

Tryna go three times plat' on you losers

Bust down my watch, you could call my jeweler

You could try my luck, ain't mean shit to ya

Ugh, gonna get that cash, gonna pay me bitch

Gonna cock that back, no safety bitch

Gonna pull that shit, if you play me bitch

Fuck, think I've been losing it

Think I've been losing it, think I've been losing it

Think I've been losing it

Think I've been losing it

Think I've been losing it