Mr. Meanping Lyrics

Mr. Mean, them bullets hit his dome and now he Mr. Clean

Tryna find a bin service, niggas gotta check the ping

Pinging out the hotbox, niggas better check the steam

We just ate some dinner, but somehow she want the rest of me

She suck it up, bae we in the coupe, you better buckle up

I don't throw no hands, this Glockiana, bout to knuckle up

Nowadays my opps sweet as fuck, so they coupled up

Drinking too much liquor without eating, so I'm throwing up

Creep, creep, creeping down your block, you hear that beep, beep

Gave his ass a cradle and a blanket, gave him deep sleep

If he tryna buy some drugs, tell that boy to meet me

Racing on the E-Way, tell that dumbass boy to catch me

He never catching up, I push that pedal to the fucking floor

My girl wanna threesome, so I'm looking for another hoe

Hotboxing with the crew, nigga open up the door

Yo girl dumb, dumb, for these suckers, had to let you know

Making all these racks stack, niggas they be rap cap

Yeah my girl booty kinda big, ain't no flatback

You could catch me chilling in the hood with a fat stack

Or you could catch me in the coupe smoking fat pack

About to rap this shit again, nigga bring that track back

Need to back the weed up, nigga bring that wrap back

Said he like wearing hats, I'm aiming at his snap back

My girl booty fat as hell, nah you can't smack that

If we talking bout me, I catch zero feelings for a thot

Yeah I gotta check your lips before you put it on my cock

Yeah I gotta check the work before you put it on my block

Early morning nigga smoking drugs, time 9 o'clock