Intro (Hate On Me)

Brrr Every time I get back in the streets this shit get darker Yeah woo Niggas can't hate on me now Hate on me We do it all we changin' the laws they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down Yeah We done put bulletproof all on the cars I told 'em bring eighty more rounds Brrr I put baguettes on all of my dawgs they fall they makin' a sound I'm on a yacht with a bad thot we got the streets in a headlock Nigga tried to peep through the backyard all he seen was the choppas and red dots Brrr I got my mama a black card yeah I really put on for the head knock This that 1AC you ain't one of them rappers And none of your steppers can step with my steppers This chess not checkers I told my dawgs Don't stress don't rush it I really got off It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better my nigga it's never no pressure Let's get it Every time I hit up one of y'all niggas with smoke it's never no pressure Niggas is pussy if I put a price on your head shit I get the special You know I be hangin' wit' Jews Get money wit' Russians I'm makin' my moves The hood behind me I never could lose I'm good I'm solid Can't play me like one of them dudes You probably end up on the news We mobbin' and wildin' You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels especially for none of you dudes We slidin' wit' choppas Rockin' Dior I still remember me poor I'm tryna get more No cap Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store Brrr Send 'em with the stick ghost the minivan stoley slide with the door Yeah Nigga gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef I'ma die on the fours And the bitch ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys I got the game from the real OG's And it's money over bitches can't die 'bout a whore I got the game from the real OG's It's money over bitches can't die 'bout a whore yeah Hate on me now hate on me now I tell 'em hate on me now Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches so ain't no more wearin' me down Let's get it Fresh out the jewelers I jump out the bitches they know I ain't playin' around I triple double whenever I bubble these niggas in trouble I'm sayin' it now yeah Hate on me now hate on me now I tell 'em hate on me now Hate on me Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches so ain't no more wearin' me down Let's get it Hate on me now hate on me now niggas can hate on me now Yeah We in the city y'all tell me it's somethin' to say you should say that shit now yeah Yeah man Dem dun kno di unruly boss Boop boop boop Represent fi bumboclaat dreamchasers yeh Real El Chapo Meek Milly Boop brr boop boop boop A K A Meek Killy I was out in UK ballin' like 2K All of my diamonds look duray She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country we havin' a three way Get it I was gettin' head in the Rolls start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ You was tryna tuck her like PJ I was tryna bust it and do it the free way Do it the free way Yeah I was at the bodega rockin' Bottega Rockin' that Bott' Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors yeah And I ain't never gon' meet 'em Yeah Once it's up there nigga it's stuck there blow it whenever we see you We gettin' them pussies off We gon' sip it and pour She gettin' 'em all depleted Know shorty don't get involved She gon' fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader I Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put the demons in Demons Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put them demons in Demons Yow Meek Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man Woy yoii Outside