Jackboy Styled By Meech Lyrics

[Intro]
Don't y'all wanna be with us, y'all hear?
You ain't got no motion, that's why your dog keep gettin' baked
That's why your girl keep gettin' creamed
'Cause, look (Ayy, Kolvi, you goin' too crazy)
(Alex Made This Beat)
Once your girl see a Maybach, yeah
She come to the B&B, it's over
Ayy, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Okay, okay, yeah
[Chorus]
These trousers came from Balenciaga, I got expensive swag (I got expensive swag)
Hood nigga made it out of Brow', I gotta show my ass (Show my ass)
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'ma buy my favorite bitch a Birkin bag (A Birkin bag)
Side bitch never trippin', she gеt Chanel shoes with the pursе to match
Your fly gotta match mine, so I'ma get you styed by Meech (Get you styed by Meech)
She got a perfect smile, she went to Columbia for her teeth (For her teeth)
I'm puttin' her in a G Wagon, regular Benz way too cheap (Way too cheap)
I got her friends askin' do I got friends that act like me? (That act like me)

[Verse 1]
Your  jewelry count certificates, I got it from Van Cleef
Hit it tight to buy a Cartier, I'll buy you Patek Philippe
I gave that bitch a Birkin and twenty racks to start a business
She suck it 'til I nut, I'm in her mouth more than her Guinness
Real nigga, never runnin' game, rat'll teach it to you
God forgive, I don't, I'd rather leave before I preach it to you
"Jack, why these niggas so mad?" I don't know, probably 'cause them rats
"Jack, what you do to get a bad bitch?" I got off my ass
I f*ck with her the most 'cause when we link up, she don't post
She share me with her bestie, that's why I think she the G.O.A.T
Way too big to creep, they ass gon' tweet if they notice me
Damn, bae, I can't help my cousin with her groceries [Chorus]
These trousers came from Balenciaga, I got expensive swag (I got expensive swag)
Hood nigga made it out of Brow', I gotta show my ass (Show my ass)
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'ma buy my favorite bitch a Birkin bag (A Birkin bag)
Side bitch never trippin', she get Chanel shoes with the purse to match
Your fly gotta match mine, so I'ma get you styed by Meech (Get you styed by Meech)
She got a perfect smile, she went to Columbia for her teeth (For her teeth)
I'm puttin' her in a G Wagon, regular Benz way too cheap (Way too cheap)
I got her friends askin' do I got friends that act like me? (That act like me)
[Verse 2]
I'm way in Costa Rica, f*ckin' hoes on Jaco Beach
Won't trip over no bitches, too much fishes in the sea
Won't trip over no bitch, I got good footwork, I won't stumble
I'm 'bout my dome, stackin' this shit thick like it's from Crumble
Diamonds hittin' hard, my shit be bitin' like Mike Tyson
Glizzy in her purse and my bitch don't plan on fightin'
She thuggin' like me, you movin' funny, she gon' bust it
She think just like me, you niggas corny and we don't trust it

[Chorus]
These trousers came from Balenciaga, I got expensive swag (I got expensive swag)
Hood nigga made it out of Brow', I gotta show my ass (Show my ass)
Ain't trickin' if you got it, I'ma buy my favorite bitch a Birkin bag (A Birkin bag)
Side bitch never trippin', she get Chanel shoes with the purse to match
Your fly gotta match mine, so I'ma get you styed by Meech (Get you styed by Meech)
She got a perfect smile, she went to Columbia for her teeth (For her teeth)
I'm puttin' her in a G Wagon, regular Benz way too cheap (Way too cheap)
I got her friends askin' do I got friends that act like me? (That act like me)