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matt mcghee - stony creek lane (g-mix) lyrics

[intro]

[hook: matt mcghee]
coming up, coming down
riding round, in your town
put it down everytime
shawty loving every line
b-tch i’m on that steady grind
n-ggas ain’t gon’ take my shine
n-ggas finna give me mine, if i gotta take it cause i’m (coming up)

gramfam got you on your toes, you gotta step it up
your girl wanna kick it with us, i think i said enough
i ain’t finna stop until my n-ggas bread is up
and when we get it we gon’ keep it, n-gga bet your bucks
you think you f-cking with the team? go ‘head and test your luck
you a b-tch, [?] p-ssy frail as f-ck [?]
if you f-ck with one of us, here come the rest of us
(aye, rmell come and talk to these n-ggas!)

[verse 1: rmell]
i’m on a yacht, yacht, no schoolboy q
i’m wavy, i’m wavy
and i came up out that water like i trained with the navy
and i’m the bomb like swanton in comme des garçons
and my supra’s so wanton, your girl tag along
just like she should
she wanna ride around in the import with the grain, that’s all wood
and i don’t blame her, now i’m riding around like i’m famer, uh
famous, getting hoes like john stamos
stacking paper like dunder mifflin, wu chef swag off in your kitchen
b-tches better be wet, i’m ’bout as fly as young ignorance
and i’m fly in that fire red bape camo, it’s ridiculous
no effort, like i sleep in cl-ss, but i’ll still pull an ace on the final exam
i got my clique on my side, it’s the family of gram
all lame -ss n-ggas get marked as spam
weak like do you lift bro?
sloppy like do you know flows?
i got more flows than sororities, i stay tuned with all of their menstruals
ohhh
m-meezi got it, i know you want it
that’s that juice, n-gga, deuce n-gga
i’m laying low and i’m still bigger

[verse 2: miles meraki]
(i can’t stand these n-ggas out here, son
these n-ggas got like 4, 5, 6, f-cking projects out
these motherf-ckers got managers and sh-t
they don’t even got sh-t to manage, what you managing, a soundcloud huh?
still doing better off than these motherf-ckers son, these n-ggas not playing smart, man)

roll around town with prolly 2 girls
give my old clothes to my new girl
br–sts out, said she was the best out
got the next out, bouta write a check out, unh
payday n-ggas stuck on old sh-t
hating -ss n-ggas stuck on ho sh-t
iont really gotta ask for no sh-t
any n-gga put their hand out never hold sh-t
n-ggas took the crown, ran out, made the door flip, unh
one song f-cking with your whole sh-t, lotta -ss
but she really talking on the low sh-t, gotta ask
why you f-cking with him, he don’t know sh-t, lotta bags
i be in there every time the door flip, i don’t know why they ain’t notice
i change the time like a flow switch, smelling like pine in the old whip
hit a recline while a ho strip
i’m beating the block
there’s weed in the seat of the drop
these n-ggas don’t need their own sets
they need a good single to drop
don’t even compete with themselves
or even the team that i rock with, sh-t
since i was 16, tryna get a ho on top d-ck, quick, now i got them in the mosh pit
b-tch, i give a f-ck about a blog post
n-ggas acting like they never got sh-t
pull up, hop out, n-gga, pop sh-t, unh
b-tches give head like some pop sh-t nonsense
n-ggas get smoked on some pac sh-t, [?] sh-t
lately i’ve been f-cking with my conscience
f-ck it though, i’m sitting at the seat again
change a b-tch life, never meet again
young rak, i can tell these n-ggas how to be the man, unh

[verse 3: matt mcghee]
you n-ggas ain’t even seeing gram, you n-ggas ain’t even seeing grands
me and my n-ggas is seeing mils, you n-ggas is looking like you need a hand
alley-oop shattered the backboard, why n-ggas hating on matt for?
you all could never be this fly, not enough stamps in your p-ssport
waking up next to a bad broad, you wake up next to a mad broad
you don’t be f-cking her right, dog, i hit her like she my last broad
hit her like it’s going out of style, this ain’t never going out of style
y’all n-ggas hot for a season, and my team is gonna be here a while
so act like you know that
and yo girl is dying to know matt
about money, don’t know nothing then know that
my credit card is amex, i’m pro-black
put a fist in the air for my real n-ggas
i’m going hard this year, i’ma k!ll n-ggas
them n-ggas you looked down on done grown up
so look up when you speak to me, little n-gga
i son you all, i run you all, you in my lane i’ll run you off
i done you off and that ain’t sh-t
when i get a mil, i’ma say that ain’t sh-t
if it ain’t a hunnid mil, n-gga that ain’t rich
and i ain’t never met a girl that said matt ain’t sh-t
she better know a f-cking god when she see one
n-ggas no body better ’till they meet one
well me one, mcghee won
and when we done, we getting every single dollar, you won’t see one
you hate me, huh?
well, i walk around alone, cause y’all n-ggas ain’t about sh-t
and i’m out this
and this whole d-mn game is ours, b-tch
you gon’ know gramfam’s in the stars, b-tch
and i put that on my og, rollies for my whole team

and i’m coming up, coming down
give your b-tch the runaround
she love my style, i love the sound
she making when she going down
i tell her she gotta put a down-
payment on this pimpin’
if you ain’t wit it, get missing
grammy family, end of sentence, b-tches

- matt mcghee lyrics

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