TM88 - Big Meech Era lyrics

I think I may have to take it back to like, like 10 years ago, you know BIG MEECH ERA (you feel me?) Real Real Motivation for a street n***a *2 VERSE 1 Pull up in all color Ferraris b**hes in Tiaras Gettin' head while I'm steering Everybody else starving Everybody else starring Shawty got the Mclarian and I had the 7 Pulled up at the Compound, clothes smelling like gun powder Salute all the real n***as and real b**hes who got they own bottles I was snapping before fabo my raps come wit aHalo Went out with Jeezy we spent pesos like J-bo Took E's to the 20 grand he got a pistol on him and 20 grand A couple things I ain't glorifying is the kids dying and the mommas dying (Scarface) Everybody need to calm down stand right by your homie side Gunshots in this motherf**er turn this b**h into a homie-side (yeah) CHORUS Over a million sold they say Im crossing over.. Oh yeah the club packed, I should've brought a rubber My whole body inked, my family hardly know me You know I put that work in just to get a Rollie (I did) BIG MEECH ERA Japanese Dinner Trap in these denim (damn) Ain't stuntin these women (naaa) Wood Grain steering wheel I just might catch a splinter. ( If this a flexing contest I think we found a winner I think we found a winner Pull up in some shorts middle of December “Put this sh** down, that sh**, I can smell that moon rock “ I got to tell you how that sh** started Verse 2 Trapping off the court on the back porch (I DID) Had that pack ordered. We was back door. (We was n***a!) That's that good sh** that's that hood sh** (WE HOOD) You a cute b**h and your crew thick (I LIED) Got a chopper on me the size of pool stick (this long) With a blu davenchy, dog food bricks (Heroin) Snowman on repeat, Rest In Peace Nando I see Jigg in here I see Quazy too When brawl witchu we send them bottles through we send the marters through Im on the Carter 2 Like Tyrese was on the Marta too They start calling too They starting falling through Got them chickens boy like a barb b q (tell em) Talk to lame n***as something we hardly do I sip the PJ bottle I rock the AP on them. (okay) I think my rollie harder this an AG PARTY CHORUS *2