Meek Mill - Come Up Show Freestyle lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Come Up Show Freestyle lyrics]
I'm yelling free my nigga TIP
Brought him from Atlanta to Philly, Mike Vick
Fighting charges lawyers say that
They might stick i was praying to God
Man don't do me like this
The girls fucking niggas with the bricks
Now they popping me I laugh dirty bitch
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these suckas feel
Good but truth hurt
A lot of niggas do dirt, get it in return
But enough of dirt doing have
You sitting with the worms
Bloods dripping tissue burn
Bullets rip your soul up
Hollow tips fucking up your head
Like a bowl cut
When my hommies roll up they be like hold up
But I be like fuck that cause I do enough rap
I ain't with the talking tell 'em
Spark 'em like a blunt wrap
Rather make these suckas bow
Down like a blunt
Twist them like a Backwood
Black laid black hood dicked down ski'd up
Hoes down G's up i couldn't get no Gucci
But I could get an Oozie
Spray up your hood and hit your
Neighbors just for being nosy
Truthfully, I don't be all on that gun shit
I be on some Puerto Rico
Chilling with a young chick
You niggas on that dumb shit
My niggas got them birds and
Come and get a drumstick
I am cooked crack to the
All this rapping got me
Shining like aluminum foil
Your niggas ain't loyal
Money, envy, and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign
Meek Milly I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than these suckers
Like a thousand times
Brought him from Atlanta to Philly, Mike Vick
Fighting charges lawyers say that
They might stick i was praying to God
Man don't do me like this
The girls fucking niggas with the bricks
Now they popping me I laugh dirty bitch
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these suckas feel
Good but truth hurt
A lot of niggas do dirt, get it in return
But enough of dirt doing have
You sitting with the worms
Bloods dripping tissue burn
Bullets rip your soul up
Hollow tips fucking up your head
Like a bowl cut
When my hommies roll up they be like hold up
But I be like fuck that cause I do enough rap
I ain't with the talking tell 'em
Spark 'em like a blunt wrap
Rather make these suckas bow
Down like a blunt
Twist them like a Backwood
Black laid black hood dicked down ski'd up
Hoes down G's up i couldn't get no Gucci
But I could get an Oozie
Spray up your hood and hit your
Neighbors just for being nosy
Truthfully, I don't be all on that gun shit
I be on some Puerto Rico
Chilling with a young chick
You niggas on that dumb shit
My niggas got them birds and
Come and get a drumstick
I am cooked crack to the
All this rapping got me
Shining like aluminum foil
Your niggas ain't loyal
Money, envy, and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign
Meek Milly I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than these suckers
Like a thousand times