Provolone

(album: Sorry We Was Trapping - 2022)

(Meech)

Uh, smack 'em into Kansas City, fuck Patrick Mahomes
Counting up a fifty, yeah, gotta hide from my ho, uh
I fuck on her sister, act like that's my lil' bro
He said can I front 'em? Yeah, but it's really no, uh
Tell the plug send them bitches in pronto, uh
Oh, you ain't know? I could cook it with a blindfold
Call Bo, we selling smack, just keep it on the low
Uh, I took an L, yeah, but fuck it, we on to the next
Like a DJ, I can mix it, I can bring it back
And she said she love me when she suck it, that bitch make a mess
Shut up, bitch, you know this dick belong to Yvette

Man, just met my plug at the game, he play for the Mets
Could make one-twenty off a brick, yeah, I'm a vet
Bitch, before you suck my dick, I gotta smell your breath
Just ran through a hundred pack and I ain't break a sweat
She like, "Dreky, why you lyin'? Know you having sex"
Shut up, bitch, I fuck your face, tryna break your neck
Got a fan for this dog, tryna make a bet
Thought it was a light on the Glock the way I flipped this switch
I'm still selling work, I told my mom I went legit
I got these niggas mad, I be with Catch a Body Rick
I'll raise the body count even though I'm rich

Shut up, bitch, I'll fuck around and send a blitz
I'll raise the body count another ten percent
What you gon' do with that but make me mad up in this bitch? Woo

Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fucking touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't calling for a ho (Brrt, hello?)
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fucking touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't calling for a ho (Brrt, hello?)

Oh, he think he laying low, I know where he be at
Pull up on 16 and Foster asking like, "Where Key at?" (Ayy, where that nigga Key at?)
Tryna catch me at my show, shooting at his dome (Yeah)
Uh, niggas playing fed games, keep calling on the phone (Bitch)
Heard he got a leg, but the beam'll blow his dome
Uh, try to walk me in the door, I upped it like it's on, uh (Boy)
Nigga wanna know where I be at, pull up to the Zone
Have a nigga on a magazine just like Rolling Stone

Have your bitch all on the scene, got her playing roles
I still got a thousand jeans I ain't never sold
Ain't too many interstates ain't never rode
Uh, niggas tend to fold when the walls start to close
Yeah, I bet you ain't even know the money in the floor
Yeah, this brick can make a baby, it's a motherlode
I got this mix from my unky, he said, "Here you go" (Meech)
I hit a lick on my bitch uncle, she ain't even know

The blicky tucked behind my buckle, it don't even show
Been on the road shit for a year, they like, "Where you go?" (Woo)

Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fucking touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't calling for a ho (Brrt, hello?)
Lil' bitch pussy ghetto goals, she got super dome (She got super dome)
Pour a four, ride through the zone, shit, I got provolone (Shit, I got provolone)
Shit, anything I fucking touch, shit, watch me get it gone (Boy)
Uh, this a million-dollar phone, ain't calling for a ho (Brrt, hello?)