
Lyrics
Oh this that vibe right here No breaks no time to breath on it Oh, le'go You're now rockin' with the corner Real D Boy, ball like humanoid Stuntin' like Meek used to, my man spit mad shit She like to get cut shawty the Kim K bath Ain't hard to tell I'm next, you can smell a check I ain't gotta squeeze I coach them hittas, Belichick Hella fresh arrogant they tryna humble me Pulled up black and yellow, transformer Bumble Bee M's on my hood, VVS' on my neck YSL on my clothes, I murdered the alphabet I'm a G you ain't know somebody should've schooled you Nicer than me Only on April 1st they fooled you It's Meek Milly north Philly no I'm alive They say I'm lazy but super hotter than summertime Goons with me honey shots it's rummytime Running time and tell 'em catch up like Dungey Ha Ha I'mma beast like Blake Griffin We ain't slippin', Louis luggage I ain't tripping Airshippin' G4 no retour I tell 'em feed me beats so I can see more Woman So just slow down MMG we killin' 'em We killin' 'em MMG we killin' 'em So just slow down MMG we killin' 'em We killin' 'em MMG we killin' 'em So just slow down MMG we killin' 'em We killin' 'em MMG we killin' 'em So just slow down MMG we killin' 'em We killin' 'em MMG we killin' 'em So just slow down Ha ha it's what we do Maybach, we the untouchable Firetruck ninja, where you at nigga Slow down you're murkin' 'em, you're too hot Hotboy turkin 'em surround 'em circle 'em Put 'em down like a straight R AR Fifteen with me on my day off My nigga I'm about that How wet that shit I'mma rock that Pass yo bitch I'm in then got that You don't want these problems oh no not that Aw man One time for Hip Hop, but fuck it, don't love it You might fool the public, but we know you suckers Suckers, fool blooded all around bustas Fuck em, you and I ain't even no discussion Trust it, truly I'm just tryna to get off I ain't tryna eat small, I'm just tryna Warren Buffet Buffet whatever ten sumthin' vuleva Kinda cost me a grip though I be living out luggage Aww man, I tried to tell y'all man top to bottom MMG, we stronger than ever nigga Breed talk to 'em Gotta get street gutter hard like Breed You greedy suckers not out my league You lame nuddin it's MMG When you go out there and hustle watch everybody eat When you lookin like money guess everybody eats The E ran shit these everybody's streets Hard, soft, rerock or better O's Pounds we cop whatever Sixteenth get the money, still on the paper Ross still flippin' dummy, every foe back and down Every nigga hungry, Famers they be grabbin' hammers Goin' out huntin' these wolves on the prowl Cock it to a crying out child now flip it down Increased up cum pretty slugs too loud Weed in the air passed by like a shoot cloud We out here blue kala boys How niggas makin' a new kinda noise Black blue and tan is unidentified, niggas all rappin' All mad with saran, it's about full of pildis We shootin' outside I'm tryna' kill ish It's funny how these niggas won't ride when times are realest A revolution everyone respects I'm feeling Dickie shirts seven buttons to the neck
Credits
- Artist
- Meek Mill
- Genre
- 랩/힙합
- Release
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