Outta time.
We're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
No time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
F*ck Mechoo!
Smoking da rapper
Plugged in like adapter
28 for a P,
Yeah, that's 'P', as in pastor.
In the class, I'm the sensei
I feel like your master.
Riding 'round in a rental,
Told my Draco lap up
I got Rose in the back with the MAC
That's my back-up.
And these Palm Angels joggers
Saggin' 'cause I'm racked up.
My bitch wrapped in AMIRI,
Yours wrapped in that Kappa.
And that shit a factor,
'Cause you is a capper.
If I up this lil Draco,
That will make you back up.
Ain't no beef in my city,
They would've got snatched up.
I threw drums on that ARP,
I got my shots up.
And this perky got me numb,
So no, I can't feel ya.
Not really a rapper,
I'm a drug dealer.
He the hottest thing around,
But I'm a lil realer.
Can't wait till the day I can get off this hill, bruh.
(Oh, oh, oh)
Uncle play with the babies,
He pay with the babies
Since way back in 80s. (Go Mechoo!)
I want Icebox lil diamonds
Or Eliantte.
I can't f*ck with the shadies.
'Cause y'all diamonds look wild,
They not even my style,
Y'all won't have me look crazy.
And I won't rush for shit,
I won't rush for a hit,
Yeah, and they 'bout to pay me.
They screaming, "Go Mechoo!"
Now it's, "F*ck Mechoo."
Now they want cameras everywhere we go.
I pray for the days that I get out the streets, bro.
Don't get out of line,
Imma shut down these streets folk.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I won't stop the grinding,
Y'all gon' have to hate me,
'Cause most wanna be me,
And most wanna pay me.
I just talked to Jesus,
He said Imma make it.
If a op give me reason,
I swear Imma take him.
Smoke like a rasta,
They swear I'm Jamaican.
My tights Under Armor,
My britches Givenchy.
Caught a op at the club,
I ran down in Balencies.
Yeah, I'm talking the big ones,
That shit look so silly.
They gon' feel my lil presence,
Before they even see me.
Ain't have sodas I like,
I poured lean in a Fiji.
When I get in her pussy,
Yeah, it feel like deep sea.
"F*ck Mechoo" but they wanna be me.
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Ayi.
Go Mechoo.
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Outta time.
We're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
No time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
F*ck Mechoo!
Smoking da rapper
Plugged in like adapter
28 for a P,
Yeah, that's 'P', as in pastor.
In the class, I'm the sensei
I feel like your master.
Riding 'round in a rental,
Told my Draco lap up
I got Rose in the back with the MAC
That's my back-up.
And these Palm Angels joggers
Saggin' 'cause I'm racked up.
My bitch wrapped in AMIRI,
Yours wrapped in that Kappa.
And that shit a factor,
'Cause you is a capper.
If I up this lil Draco,
That will make you back up.
Ain't no beef in my city,
They would've got snatched up.
I threw drums on that ARP,
I got my shots up.
And this perky got me numb,
So no, I can't feel ya.
Not really a rapper,
I'm a drug dealer.
He the hottest thing around,
But I'm a lil realer.
Can't wait till the day I can get off this hill, bruh.
(Oh, oh, oh)
Uncle play with the babies,
He pay with the babies
Since way back in 80s. (Go Mechoo!)
I want Icebox lil diamonds
Or Eliantte.
I can't f*ck with the shadies.
'Cause y'all diamonds look wild,
They not even my style,
Y'all won't have me look crazy.
And I won't rush for shit,
I won't rush for a hit,
Yeah, and they 'bout to pay me.
They screaming, "Go Mechoo!"
Now it's, "F*ck Mechoo."
Now they want cameras everywhere we go.
I pray for the days that I get out the streets, bro.
Don't get out of line,
Imma shut down these streets folk.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I won't stop the grinding,
Y'all gon' have to hate me,
'Cause most wanna be me,
And most wanna pay me.
I just talked to Jesus,
He said Imma make it.
If a op give me reason,
I swear Imma take him.
Smoke like a rasta,
They swear I'm Jamaican.
My tights Under Armor,
My britches Givenchy.
Caught a op at the club,
I ran down in Balencies.
Yeah, I'm talking the big ones,
That shit look so silly.
They gon' feel my lil presence,
Before they even see me.
Ain't have sodas I like,
I poured lean in a Fiji.
When I get in her pussy,
Yeah, it feel like deep sea.
"F*ck Mechoo" but they wanna be me.
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Ayi.
Go Mechoo.
We're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
No time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
You're almost outta time.
They're always outta line.
F*ck Mechoo!
Smoking da rapper
Plugged in like adapter
28 for a P,
Yeah, that's 'P', as in pastor.
In the class, I'm the sensei
I feel like your master.
Riding 'round in a rental,
Told my Draco lap up
I got Rose in the back with the MAC
That's my back-up.
And these Palm Angels joggers
Saggin' 'cause I'm racked up.
My bitch wrapped in AMIRI,
Yours wrapped in that Kappa.
And that shit a factor,
'Cause you is a capper.
If I up this lil Draco,
That will make you back up.
Ain't no beef in my city,
They would've got snatched up.
I threw drums on that ARP,
I got my shots up.
And this perky got me numb,
So no, I can't feel ya.
Not really a rapper,
I'm a drug dealer.
He the hottest thing around,
But I'm a lil realer.
Can't wait till the day I can get off this hill, bruh.
(Oh, oh, oh)
Uncle play with the babies,
He pay with the babies
Since way back in 80s. (Go Mechoo!)
I want Icebox lil diamonds
Or Eliantte.
I can't f*ck with the shadies.
'Cause y'all diamonds look wild,
They not even my style,
Y'all won't have me look crazy.
And I won't rush for shit,
I won't rush for a hit,
Yeah, and they 'bout to pay me.
They screaming, "Go Mechoo!"
Now it's, "F*ck Mechoo."
Now they want cameras everywhere we go.
I pray for the days that I get out the streets, bro.
Don't get out of line,
Imma shut down these streets folk.
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I won't stop the grinding,
Y'all gon' have to hate me,
'Cause most wanna be me,
And most wanna pay me.
I just talked to Jesus,
He said Imma make it.
If a op give me reason,
I swear Imma take him.
Smoke like a rasta,
They swear I'm Jamaican.
My tights Under Armor,
My britches Givenchy.
Caught a op at the club,
I ran down in Balencies.
Yeah, I'm talking the big ones,
That shit look so silly.
They gon' feel my lil presence,
Before they even see me.
Ain't have sodas I like,
I poured lean in a Fiji.
When I get in her pussy,
Yeah, it feel like deep sea.
"F*ck Mechoo" but they wanna be me.
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Go Mechoo
F*ck Mechoo
Ayi.
Go Mechoo.
Writer: Jillmarie Miller
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave