Meek Mill — Freestyle Part 1

[Intro: Lil Snupe] Why she worryin' bout my next bitch Steady going on my Facebook Tryna see how my bitch face look [Louie V Gutta] I said that old bitch she a groupie doe We 'bout to make a movie ho I take my new bitch to the mall Me and my new bitch yeah we ball Said we be all up in Neimans and shit I be on the cleanest of shit Hol' on, ion really freestyle But nigga in the meanwhile I got ya bitch in my coupe, me and Lil Snupe 'Bout to party ya bitch, show her what to do 'Bout to take her to the telly she gon' get it crackin' That nigga standin' there he like what happened? [Lil Snupe & Louie V Gutta] Huh Motel, hell nah bitch you better meet me at the hotel But we ain't talkin' Cassidy We fuck ya bitch and it's a tragedy [Verse 1: Meek Mill] My man said he gotta get up in that halfway house So that mean he halfway in and halfway out Halfway in and halfway out We get the work halfway in and halfway out What you know about 36 ridin' with a dirty brick You had to call a ho a lil dirty bitch Just take the ride, so when they pull you over You got a bitch with you, you still acting sober But you high as fuck cause you just smoked a L And if this nigga play wrong we ain't goin' to jail Motherfucker, ya'll niggas rats, show and tell Cause if the cops grab ya'll, ya'll gon' show and tell Show 'em where the stash at, where the cash at I get a bitch ho show me where that ass at And last time i seen the work, nigga grabbed that Then I bagged that nigga, had that What you know about a scale nigga? Glock '30, giving everybody hell nigga I did that banger, all in jail nigga Hit you up and have you movin' like a snail nigga Slow motion, sippin' on purp potion I'm gettin money everybody, they know it I be Roseing, chosen A millionaire they say I'm chosen Cause I came from the bottom, they told me get 'em I got 'em Red beam on 'em, they moving you know I spot 'em Hit 'em in the dark nigga fucking with the larks Playin' round you get parked, 106 when I spark On this drum clip, young nigga but I run shit And you stupid as a dumb bitch I make a dumb bitch give me head, let you know where I'm from bitch The 8, posted by the gate Before i ain't had money, I was straight Ion fuck with none of ya'll rappers, I can't relate All that shit you talking that nigga, it ain't I used to play that fuckin' corner, paranoid getting high off the marijuana Everytime i seen the cops sneak up in the corner It was tinted cars I felt like I was a goner I was out there all night, BR had that hard white and that soft white Me and Omelly in the car, on call flight Tryna swing that work nigga, this is our life We bring that work to your door nigga (uh knock knock) Strapped down, .44 nigga (pop pop) Crack life but we on tour nigga, mac life let that thing roar nigga I seen niggas go to early graves For tryna play with hammers in they early days A lotta niggas on ho shit, got girly ways I fall back I got nah, got pearly waves My shit flowin', and I'mma keep on goin' And I'mma get this money, everybody they be knowin' That I came from the bottom and I made it to the top And I started with a '22, I made it to a Glock Then I stepped up to the mac, then I went and copped a bat 'Member started with the 'lac, back then remember that? We was getting chased by the rock He caught his own ? down on snub block He got booked with an ounce of crack, shit was rock They tried to take that nigga in, we hold up shit to stop, put it in the car They couldn't even find the O nigga, it was hard He put that thing behind the badge, shit it was soft He couldn't find it, had to rewind us We all got booked with the lil' pair of Irons Let me bring it back and remind it The same block I got pulled on when they found us Put me in the cell, we was comin' a scooby We had a lil sprinter, we ain't come in a hoopty He come down I told my niggas, "mm mm" I put a hole in ya head, I ain't talking no coofy nigga I Rich Blade, talking no Coogi nigga I slip you one, ain't talking no Roofy nigga You playin' round nigga we gon' gun ya down Walk up on you, if you running we gon' run ya down My young niggas gettin' money, we don't fuck around All ya;ll niggas on your team, ya'll fuckin' clowns It's all real niggas, we don't rob we kill niggas We treat 'em like, ya'll niggas pump fake and fire drill niggas