Fredo Santana - Off the Meter

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 nigga 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 suckers, 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 fuck 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
Niggas soft as fuck, they don't want beef
See 'em in the street, they be screaming peace