Stalley, Meek Mill, DJ Green Lantern - On Da Spot (freestyle) lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Stalley, Meek Mill, DJ Green Lantern - On Da Spot freestyle lyrics]
Uh, I blow this money like you never seen it
Felony flow you niggas is misdemeanor
When I was broke I used to
Walk I had a rich demeanor
Shirley said I make that pussy
Wet that bitch Katrina
Last week I blew like 20 for the hell of it
Bloodhound I find that money
Just from smelling it
Pick your drug of choice
Bet you I was selling it
Addicted to that money
Roll a 100 start a hell in it
What! Im burning paper like im Wiz Khalif
And and if you niggas can afford
It I bet i'll get cheap
You know the feeling when you burn
A 100 in a week
Turn a nigga out just like the first
Time when you hit a freak
I tell them MMG Bitch or go rocks
Im slick as a witch doctor
Slick as a pick-it-pocketer
You can call me doctor
You know drop top stops
You the Top on my motherfucking beam drop
A nigga in the quick seam
With the tape around it
You know the hate surround it
When I come around it they scope and gouge it
Tell them niggas go ahead, faces astounded
Yeah, Im so fresh that im damn near clear
Light up the blunt, please hand me a beer
Understand that a Grammy is near
But I can take the stress
And I just hate when i put the 30 up to chest
Im so off the top my brain and my
Hair is leaving the top of my head
I'll leave a nigga dead in the bed
Call him drop-dead-Fred
They better call the feds till im fed
I gotta' get my money
Niggas is smiling like this shit is funny
Im a smart ass nigga not a dummy
Run with me or run from me
Im bout' my motherfucking paper
Chasing after these niggas like some haters
That just stole it, I just stole it
Gotta' grab the ball then console them
Families, after that they like "Aw man God
Damn he be on some real shit"
Roaches, Ferocious shit
And after that I go and get yo
Bitch and get my cock sucked
And guarantee a nigga fuck with
Me he popped up i'll leave his brain gone
I'll leave his mane gone
And I will leave that nigga
Whole family name on
A plate in the front of a suitcase
That's in front of a cemetery
You won't chase me because it's off safety
Shout out to my nigga Gunplay he
Is on par of the gang
And a part of my name spells "ruthless"
I'll leave a pussy nigga toothless
I come up around the BIG niggas
Them keep that heat niggas they real
Just like me
Niggas, they wanna' see a real G
I guarantee them motherfuckers
Gonna' feel me
They wanna' come and see how
Real that Pill be and if they wanna stop me
They gotta' kill me
From the Jets to the Penthouse
Synonymous to what my life been bout'
Kinetic energy
Brain waves of intelligence is
What I send out
Still in the cut doing spin outs
87 boxed up, all tinted out
Living life on the edge
Couple links that excite the Feds
Shout to Mr jones
It's funny how sparkling stones bring
Attention from these hater heads
A lot of changing faces
From these Potato heads
Eyes Dilated when I sashay lifted
Couple doobies in the ash tray
Cash Clay run my mouth
Like a swimming champion
The long bed has the pain I be dancing in
They reign with pharaohs
Mirror image to the gods
My holy glory brings head nods
The only story I been bout
Is control mine with no facade
The Dreaming Intuition from the streets
Polititional scar back and forth with the
Pimp and gang symbolist
Dope boys with the bang in their trunk
Semen tremblers
Milk City where im from with the OB emblems
Streets named after Indians
So wild cowboys watch where you coming in
Tomahawks with assault rifles
May Bumpin' to the next kingpin
Civil with the spiritual, the city feel
Felony flow you niggas is misdemeanor
When I was broke I used to
Walk I had a rich demeanor
Shirley said I make that pussy
Wet that bitch Katrina
Last week I blew like 20 for the hell of it
Bloodhound I find that money
Just from smelling it
Pick your drug of choice
Bet you I was selling it
Addicted to that money
Roll a 100 start a hell in it
What! Im burning paper like im Wiz Khalif
And and if you niggas can afford
It I bet i'll get cheap
You know the feeling when you burn
A 100 in a week
Turn a nigga out just like the first
Time when you hit a freak
I tell them MMG Bitch or go rocks
Im slick as a witch doctor
Slick as a pick-it-pocketer
You can call me doctor
You know drop top stops
You the Top on my motherfucking beam drop
A nigga in the quick seam
With the tape around it
You know the hate surround it
When I come around it they scope and gouge it
Tell them niggas go ahead, faces astounded
Yeah, Im so fresh that im damn near clear
Light up the blunt, please hand me a beer
Understand that a Grammy is near
But I can take the stress
And I just hate when i put the 30 up to chest
Im so off the top my brain and my
Hair is leaving the top of my head
I'll leave a nigga dead in the bed
Call him drop-dead-Fred
They better call the feds till im fed
I gotta' get my money
Niggas is smiling like this shit is funny
Im a smart ass nigga not a dummy
Run with me or run from me
Im bout' my motherfucking paper
Chasing after these niggas like some haters
That just stole it, I just stole it
Gotta' grab the ball then console them
Families, after that they like "Aw man God
Damn he be on some real shit"
Roaches, Ferocious shit
And after that I go and get yo
Bitch and get my cock sucked
And guarantee a nigga fuck with
Me he popped up i'll leave his brain gone
I'll leave his mane gone
And I will leave that nigga
Whole family name on
A plate in the front of a suitcase
That's in front of a cemetery
You won't chase me because it's off safety
Shout out to my nigga Gunplay he
Is on par of the gang
And a part of my name spells "ruthless"
I'll leave a pussy nigga toothless
I come up around the BIG niggas
Them keep that heat niggas they real
Just like me
Niggas, they wanna' see a real G
I guarantee them motherfuckers
Gonna' feel me
They wanna' come and see how
Real that Pill be and if they wanna stop me
They gotta' kill me
From the Jets to the Penthouse
Synonymous to what my life been bout'
Kinetic energy
Brain waves of intelligence is
What I send out
Still in the cut doing spin outs
87 boxed up, all tinted out
Living life on the edge
Couple links that excite the Feds
Shout to Mr jones
It's funny how sparkling stones bring
Attention from these hater heads
A lot of changing faces
From these Potato heads
Eyes Dilated when I sashay lifted
Couple doobies in the ash tray
Cash Clay run my mouth
Like a swimming champion
The long bed has the pain I be dancing in
They reign with pharaohs
Mirror image to the gods
My holy glory brings head nods
The only story I been bout
Is control mine with no facade
The Dreaming Intuition from the streets
Polititional scar back and forth with the
Pimp and gang symbolist
Dope boys with the bang in their trunk
Semen tremblers
Milk City where im from with the OB emblems
Streets named after Indians
So wild cowboys watch where you coming in
Tomahawks with assault rifles
May Bumpin' to the next kingpin
Civil with the spiritual, the city feel