Fredo Santana - Off The Meter lyrics

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Fredo Santana - Off The Meter lyrics

Ooh, damn, damn, damn, ayy Ayy, ayy, Fredo, big boss Ayy, pull up to my trap and it’s off the meter Say pull up to the, pull up to the Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to the back, I serve you with my heater I can’t trust a soul, that’s why I be squeezin’ And if a n***a wanna rob that’s where I’ma leave him Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter I don’t meet with s**ers, meet my desert eagle I’m so conceited, so rude to people If you ain’t talkin’ money I don’t wanna meet you Got a lot of plugs but only f** with Migos Got your main ho in the trap, she don’t want to leave Now she on my dick ’cause I be movin’ keys I been gettin’ money since like sixteen I been catchin’ cases since like thirteen I get themb rick sin and they dirty cheap Couple bodies gon’ drop, come between my cheese n***as soft as f**, they don’t want beef See ’em in the street, they be screaming peace Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to the back, I serve you with my heater I can’t trust a soul, that’s why I be squeezin’ And if a n***a wanna rob that’s where I’ma leave him Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter We got c**aine, we got hella bricks Think I’d be a fool if I wasn’t with the sh**s I do it, dripped fresh in the Gucci fit Shoot a n***a block, don’t care who I hit Let my money talk man, I don’t talk for nothin’ I don’t do drive-by’s, only walk-ups Disrespect the squad, you better have some luck ‘Cause if we catch you lackin’ you gon’ get chalked up Pull up to my trap man, we got hella sh** Pull up to my trap man, we got hella bricks Pull up to my trap, my n***as with the sh**s AKs in my closet, we got hella clips Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to the back, I serve you with my heater I can’t trust a soul, that’s why I be squeezin’ And if a n***a wanna rob that’s where I’ma leave him Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter Pull up to my trap, I swear it’s off the meter

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