Meek Mill - 4 You lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - 4 You lyrics]
BH, flamers ya you, you bitch ass nigga
You know how we do blood gang sucker
This is where the game stops
When my hammer to your head
And that chain pop i had them carry you to
Bed when that thing chopped
Flame chopped brains dropped on
The same block where your mains watched
Them niggas pussies
I catch them in the same spot
Different day, same Glock
Sunny weather, rain shots
We live by the day
Run with metal sling shots
Arm ready fire squeeze make
His whole body freeze
How many niggas down to ride I want to know
When this time to catch that body who
Gon' say they want to go matter fact
I don't care put that 40 on my belt
On the mission for that man 'til
I turn him into dust
What, I flow haze burning in the dust
You more like regular burning in a blunt
I'm hotter than I ever was
Burning what I want
Any track come on, every single one
Now back to that real shit
How niggas get done dirty in the field
That's why it's thirty in there still
All I really need me is a birdy and a wheel
Quick fast sell four shit
Stash in the door shit
Super dirty cops come, gas to the floor shit
Double pipe, flash like a
Blood gang who we are, y'all niggas bullshit
We live upon money murder, robin' extortion
Riding and torching
Anything that's in the way
Going through it blowing on I
Could die any day
But I ride any way, this is that crack music
Can't feel my face what he
Say wind it back music
You know how we do blood gang sucker
This is where the game stops
When my hammer to your head
And that chain pop i had them carry you to
Bed when that thing chopped
Flame chopped brains dropped on
The same block where your mains watched
Them niggas pussies
I catch them in the same spot
Different day, same Glock
Sunny weather, rain shots
We live by the day
Run with metal sling shots
Arm ready fire squeeze make
His whole body freeze
How many niggas down to ride I want to know
When this time to catch that body who
Gon' say they want to go matter fact
I don't care put that 40 on my belt
On the mission for that man 'til
I turn him into dust
What, I flow haze burning in the dust
You more like regular burning in a blunt
I'm hotter than I ever was
Burning what I want
Any track come on, every single one
Now back to that real shit
How niggas get done dirty in the field
That's why it's thirty in there still
All I really need me is a birdy and a wheel
Quick fast sell four shit
Stash in the door shit
Super dirty cops come, gas to the floor shit
Double pipe, flash like a
Blood gang who we are, y'all niggas bullshit
We live upon money murder, robin' extortion
Riding and torching
Anything that's in the way
Going through it blowing on I
Could die any day
But I ride any way, this is that crack music
Can't feel my face what he
Say wind it back music