"Meezy" lyrics
Top of the morning, I jumped in a Bimmer
I walked out of Saks and walked straight into Neiman's
Off-White letterman straight out the cleaners
I'm balling on niggas like Gilbert Arenas
Ri-Ri-Rick Owens high-tops, these ain't Adidas
She just saw a black truck and told me she seen me
I rock Vans, but wanted some Yeezy's
She think I'm from Southeast, bitch, I'm a Meezy
It only get harder before it get easy
I-I-I promise I'm coming, you tell me you need me
Yeah, I'm fucking wit' that
Huh, cool
Niggas was fucking wit' Paid, but soon as I got me some shine, niggas getting into it
Think shit sweet nigga, step up and prove it
He bought a gun, but he don't even use it
H-H-How I'm compared to the niggas who ain't even talking 'bout nothing, this real pain music
I'm on the songs from start to the finish
Judge threw the book at em, started the sentence
I-I-I know my spot could be gone in a minute
I promise to shine for as long as I'm in it
We came a long way, sitting in hallways
Shoot-outs in broad days and locking the door
Life like a card game throw up the wrong hand, step in some quicksand and nigga it's over
Couple of RP's, I'm feeling better
I went up like 80, my head in the toilet
I bought her Van Cleef, show her my love, back when I was broke, I just couldn't afford it
Top of the morning, I jumped in a Bimmer
I walked out of Saks and walked straight into Neiman's
Off-White letterman straight out the cleaners
I'm balling on niggas like Gilbert Arenas
Ri-Ri-Rick Owens high-tops, these ain't Adidas
She just saw a black truck and told me she seen me
I rock Vans, but wanted some Yeezy's
She think I'm from Southeast, bitch, I'm a Meezy
I walked out of Saks and walked straight into Neiman's
Off-White letterman straight out the cleaners
I'm balling on niggas like Gilbert Arenas
Ri-Ri-Rick Owens high-tops, these ain't Adidas
She just saw a black truck and told me she seen me
I rock Vans, but wanted some Yeezy's
She think I'm from Southeast, bitch, I'm a Meezy
It only get harder before it get easy
I-I-I promise I'm coming, you tell me you need me
Yeah, I'm fucking wit' that
Huh, cool
Niggas was fucking wit' Paid, but soon as I got me some shine, niggas getting into it
Think shit sweet nigga, step up and prove it
He bought a gun, but he don't even use it
H-H-How I'm compared to the niggas who ain't even talking 'bout nothing, this real pain music
I'm on the songs from start to the finish
Judge threw the book at em, started the sentence
I-I-I know my spot could be gone in a minute
I promise to shine for as long as I'm in it
We came a long way, sitting in hallways
Shoot-outs in broad days and locking the door
Life like a card game throw up the wrong hand, step in some quicksand and nigga it's over
Couple of RP's, I'm feeling better
I went up like 80, my head in the toilet
I bought her Van Cleef, show her my love, back when I was broke, I just couldn't afford it
Top of the morning, I jumped in a Bimmer
I walked out of Saks and walked straight into Neiman's
Off-White letterman straight out the cleaners
I'm balling on niggas like Gilbert Arenas
Ri-Ri-Rick Owens high-tops, these ain't Adidas
She just saw a black truck and told me she seen me
I rock Vans, but wanted some Yeezy's
She think I'm from Southeast, bitch, I'm a Meezy
