Meek Mill — Oh Lord

[Intro: Meek Mill] Yeah, trappin' like the Carter Yeah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Double MG, we gon' crush y'all If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all Niggas, they don't want war Spent a hundred on my Patek, took them cuffs off Totin' automatics, this the shit we get a rush for All this rose gold look like duck sauce In the Maybach with a young broad Why the fuck would I give a fuck for We don't lose sleep 'bout a fuck boy Sendin' hits like a drug lord, Pablo Dog food like Rylo If they all move, then they die slow, pronto Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis, that Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano Feelin' that shit that I ride for Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O Who gon' motivate niggas if I go? Namе one At the clear port, whеre you can't come Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5, breath stank with the A1 When it come to rappers, I don't be with niggas I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones Lil' shawty tried to play the kid but I'm Jay Sean Handle that rod like it's M1, talkin' hot sauce When it pop off with my Glock off And the Wraith here from a pop-star Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for This that young nigga talk out the dealership When you killin' shit, on some winnin' shit At the VMAs with the .30 on me In the front row and we with the shit Heard these fuck-niggas had the free smoke When we run into 'em, we gon' kill and shit Talkin' really quick, keep the strap on me like a nigga's bitch [Interlude: YFN Lucci] (Yeah, yeah) (Hard body, hard body, yeah, yeah, oh) (Oh-oh, oh) (Hard body, hard body, yeah) Look [Verse 2: YFN Lucci] Okay, look, Young Fly Nigga 'bout cash, say fuck the other side They don't want no drama with us, I hate my brother died Now we want homicide, murder after murder, wan' make his momma cry Kidnap his kids, leave 'em traumatized We gon' hide niggas, they ain't gon' find niggas Gotta keep that semi on my side like a side-kicker Long live my nigga forever, we waited forever Make my kid get a kid, they got a family forever, yeah Get 'em sent far like the Godfather, that's on my daughter, yeah Oh, I want his bitch and his sister and his friends, yeah, nigga, yeah Uh, MAC-10, too many burners in the black van Hit up permanent best friend, we got weapon We won't condone it, won't address it Hundred thousand on his head, make my dawg fetch it, yeah Hundred thousand in my pocket, make 'em look pregnant, yeah, uh AP on me lit, I don't want your bitch Every single diamond VVS, I'ma hold it down by my respect Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? Yeah Hit him nine times, if he survive, that cat was blessed, yeah, yeah Murder for fun Y'all niggas, you know we good with them hammers and guns You know if you hit 'em in the head, we gon' double the fun And if the nigga ain't dead, I'ma need a refund, yeah Look, .44 F&N, two desert eagles, you know how we comin', nigga More sticks than the army, nigga More drugs than a pharmacist, nigga I dare you try to harm a nigga, you harmless, nigga, yeah 100K on my neck and it's charmless, nigga You know who the don is, yeah Pop a seal and let my soul spill, yeah I'm still the goat in the farm field On my second mill', I told my partners chill Put 60K on my wrist to make my aunt chill [Outro: YFN Lucci] Yeah, hard body, hard body, yeah Where I'm from there ain't no love for 'em Nobody, nobody, yeah, yeah, uh Ain't no love, no, no From the other side, yeah Uh