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nba meeche baby - street lessons lyrics

[intro: nba meeche baby]
(ayy, meeche baby, huh?)
big guns, big drums, this that real street sh+t
cross the line, you gon’ die, we don’t do no sneak diss
hollows out the chop, make a f+ckboy seasick
talkin’ like a k!ller? we gon’ see if he lit

[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n+gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[verse 1: lil’ velo]
ayy, i was 12 with a switch, i ain’t duckin’ smoke (nah)
12 on my ass, hit the cut, gotta tuck the pole (go)
n+ggas cl!ckin’ up, but i ain’t worried, let the cutter blow (boom)
spin his block again, leave his ass in a thunder roll (bow)
real trap n+gga, turn an ounce into a ho (yeah)
choppa make ‘em dance like he playin’ in a show (ha)
said he ‘bout that sh+t, but he ain’t even up the score (cap)
all my youngins crash, they don’t even need a go (go)
100 shots, out the whip, we gon’ let it pour (brrt)
if he ain’t dead, spin again, we gon’ up some more (boom)
mama told me chill, but i’m stuck up in that mode (for real)
bodies on my mind, demons talkin’ to my soul (uh)
i can’t let ‘em slide, on my side it’s f+ck the foes (f+ck ‘em)
if he talkin’ reckless, leave his brains on the road (bow)
[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n+gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[verse 2: nba meeche baby]
p+ssy n+gga said my name, now his mans gone (huh?)
f+ck a opp mama, leave her cryin’ with a headstone (boom)
we be outside with them choppas, get the red zone (yeah)
told my youngin, “bust his head,” he ain’t head home (blrrt)
f+ck a diss song, n+gga, come and drop a body (b+tch)
223s, rip through his flesh like it’s origami (brrt)
talkin’ tough on insta, we gon’ catch him in the lobby (huh?)
put a 50 on the glock, make it sing like roddy (bow)
i ain’t never ran, stand on 10 in the battlefield (yeah)
n+ggas know what’s up, ain’t no talkin’, we just grab the steel (blrrt)
how the f+ck he trappin’ when his pockets lookin’ mad for real? (huh?)
how the f+ck he steppin’ when his gang ain’t even down to k!ll? (b+tch)
f+ck a record deal, b+tch, i really came from dealin’ packs (facts)
b+tch, i’m really him, every block i touch, i make it slap (boom)
n+gga played dumb, now his face all up on the map (blrrt)
ridin’ with that sh+t, we send his soul where the angels at (bow)

[verse 3: nba meeche baby]
put a bounty on his head, watch my youngin’ take the charge (boom)
catch a n+gga slippin’, leave his brains up on the yard (blrrt)
hundred in the k, this b+tch spittin’ like it’s barred (bow)
we ain’t duckin’ smoke, send a p+ssy up to mars (huh?)
walk down, close range, make sure that he finished (boom)
glizzy on my hip, got me feelin’ like a menace (blrrt)
all these n+ggas hoes, they ain’t really in the trenches (cap)
if i catch ‘em lackin’, let it blow, no forgiveness (b+tch)
i been trappin’ hard, servin’ junkies by the load (yeah)
playin’ with my money, leave a n+gga in the cold (bow)
we ain’t showin’ mercy, all these opps gotta go (blrrt)
caught him at the light, up the glock, let it blow (boom)
i ain’t never switch, i was built for the war (huh?)
playin’ with my brothers, we gon’ send ‘em to the lord (bow)
p+ssy n+gga scared, got him hidin’ in the store (facts)
ain’t no talkin’ out, we gon’ even out the score (blrrt)
[chorus: lil’ velo]
(boom, boom!)
street lessons, had to learn ‘em young, ain’t no passes (nah)
30 on my glock, we turn opps into ashes (blrrt)
whippin’ in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like elastic (huh?)
catch a n+gga lackin’, let it rip, it’s automatic (brrrt, bow!)

[outro: nba meeche baby]
(ayy, meeche baby, huh?)
f+ck a opp, we gon’ drop ‘em, put his name up in the wind (blrrt)
if he talkin’ on my name, best believe he meet his end (boom)
we ain’t squashin’ sh+t, once it’s up, it’s stuck again (huh?)
street lessons, n+gga, this the sh+t that never end (bow!)

- nba meeche baby lyrics

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