2 Chainz - Big Meech Era Lyrics

Big Meech Era

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 ni*** *2

VERSE 1
Pull up in all color Ferraris
Bitches 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 niggas and real bitches 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 motherfuc*** turn this bitch 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 shit down, that shit, I can smell that moon rock ?
I got to tell you how that shit started
Verse 2
Trapping off the court on the back porch (I DID)
Had that pack ordered. We was back door. (We was ni***!)
That's that good shit that's that hood shit (WE HOOD)
You a cute bitch 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 niggas 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