"NICE TO MEET ME" lyrics

Ayy, phew, (I'm in New York) phew, (With my twinski), phew
(Fuckin' Monica Lewinsky)
I keep stack—, stackin' (Damn, Trademark!)
I keep—, huh, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, DJ, spin it back, they need to hear this shit
Twenty deep with twenty racks on me, I'm on some 'nigma shit (Woah)
Yeah, she a college ho, that mean that bitch fuck 'round from A to Z
Like, what you mean? Bitch, I'm fresh off the leash, I feel like Freaky T (Woah)
Okay, cool, that shit that you been on, it don't mean shit to me
Like, what you mean, bitch? We got .223's, red beam, and ARP's
Like, you ain't gotta go back to the hood, but you can't stay with me
Gave her dick for free, I said, "Lil' baby, get on your hands and knees"
What you need? We got Oxycontin mixed up with LSD
Bitch (Yeah), ayy, who that? It's the man, geeked off in the party (Geek, geek)
We don't pop no motherfuckin' Xans, I'm geeked out my body (Woo)
Bitch, we play with motherfuckin' bands, won't catch me at no party
Bitches in the crib, I got bitches in Montana (Woah)
I said Tony, uh, Montana, I said, Tony of Montana
I just skrt in my Phantom, I said pour up in my Fanta
We got big Celine, I'm out of state, I'm flying with my blammer

She like "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin'
"How it feel? Boy, you goin' up," Yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas, he can't fuck with me (He can't fuck with me)
Bitch, hold on

Why you spend so much? (Yuh) Clearly, I afford it
Throw my money in the air, look like I'm important (Bitch)
And I'm in your city so much, it look like I'm a tourist (Yuh)
And I'm rolling up some green, it look like I'm a florist

She like "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin'
"How it feel? Boy, you goin' up," Yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither (Nah)
I ain't finna politic with niggas, he can't fuck with me
Bitch, hold on

Huh, huh, gangway
Hold on, BangBros, huh, what my twin say?
Hold on, R.I.P. Lil' Frosty, that's my twinski
Diamonds on me, I ran up the score for my twinski (Brah)
Hold on, wait, hit the kickback with my twinski
Hold on, wait, get your bitch back, she with twinski (Woah)
Hold on, wait, I can't hear myself, turn me up a little
Sick as fuck, but I ain't fuck your ho, she just in the middle (Bitch)
Hold on, wait, huh, hold on, wait
Come meet security, he at the gate (Bitch, I hit your face)
Come meet my white boy, he whipping 8's (8, 8, 8)
Shit, he pushing bars harder than BabyTron
State to state, ain't no sharing cake (Fah, fah), hit his face (Woah)
She get cake, now she gon' give me face
That's why I let off the brakes
State to state, fuck 'round with them niggas, he gon' eat your face
We in SRTs like GTA, bitch, we can do the chase

She like "How it feel? You ain't gain no weight," but I'm fuckin' eatin' (Woah)
"How it feel? Boy, you goin' up," Yeah, it's nice to meet me
How it feel? I don't like them niggas, they don't like me neither
I ain't finna politic with niggas, he can't fuck with me
Bitch, hold on (Yuh)