Off the Meter - Fredo Santana

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 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

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

We got cocaine, we got hella bricks

Think I’d be a fool if I wasn’t with the shits

I do it, dripped fresh in the Gucci fit

Shoot a nigga 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 shit

Pull up to my trap man, we got hella bricks

Pull up to my trap, my niggas with the shits

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 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