Текст песни Gadgets - M33ch

Uhh
Meechy goin' through it
Uh uh uh uhh
Uhh uh uhh
Run the city meech gone
In my pocket you know

They say who gone run the city meech gone do it
Keep that glock up in my pocket you know meechy goin' through it
Keep reminiscing bout his niggas it's his fault that they ain't shoot it
I'm hittin' that bitch right from the back and then I smack her on her booty
Grew up off Griffin slangin' chops I was in school and I was shootin'
Da da da da da my niggas some savages
We want them glizzies automatic
Talkin' chops with all them gadgets
We put switches on the back
You know my niggas never lackin'
We got drums and we got asses
We got dicks and we go ouu

Boy i'm a real purebred
No fed nigga
Boy i'm slangin' them chops with five you know i'm tryna knock off his dreads nigga
Headshots we don't want no legs nigga
Oh his brother there he could be dead with em
Meech get to slidin' like he got a sled with em
Colostomy bag need red need red in me
If I post location you betta show up
12 in my face boy I get dumb I act like I don't know nun
Boy we got red tips in our blicks so best believe we wont run
We get to spinnin' in this bitch just like we doin' donuts
They get to freezin' in this bitch when we catch em with no gun
Drippin' all in Saint Laurent
Ain't no support up in my city screamin' fuck how they come
You could just look up in my eyes and you could tell what i'm on
MMGM before the fame but EMG when i'm on
Prolly wouldn't even do no feature nigga if it ain't Von
I done sent plenty niggas verses they ain't wanna get on
Then they be all up in my DM every time that I drop
Talkin' bout why I ain't on the album boy that shit could be hard
Boy you could kiss this Glock

They say who gone run the city meech gone do it
Keep that glock up in my pocket you know meechy goin' through it
Keep reminiscing bout his niggas it's his fault that they ain't shoot it
I'm hittin' that bitch right from the back and then I smack her on her booty
Grew up off Griffin slangin' chops I was in school and I was shootin'
Da da da da da my niggas some savages
We want them glizzies automatic
Talkin' chops with all them gadgets
We put switches on the back
You know my niggas never lackin'
We got drums and we got asses
We got dicks and we got

Strapless sticks
All my niggas on savage shit
They like meechy he done changed since he been on that rappin' shit
Been slangin' sticks but for my momma boy I had to be a graduate
Knew a couple niggas that stood up on that post like they was a activist
Oh they got switches we got switches boy we goin' back to back with this
I shoot this bitch with no remorse you know I always been so passionate
Ahh AK-47 with no stock that drac be clappin' shit
I got shooters in the cut you know five steady be whackin' shit
Boy you dumb enough to come test me bitch
Steady flexin' up like i'm just rich
Yo favorite nigga got clapped now it's a twist
Lean gave me bubble guts now I got the shits
Ice in my double cup and now it's on my wrist
My niggas sprayin' shit like it's the mist
Boy I could get fly as fuck like i'm The Miz
And if that bitch bad enough she could get up in it
But you know I ain't wifing her you no I ain't gone ring it

They say who gone run the city meech gone do it
Keep that glock up in his pocket you know meechy goin through it
Reminiscing bout his patna it's his fault that they ain't shoot it