Meek Mill - Intro (Hate on Me) lyrics

Brrr every time I get back in the streets
This shit get darker yeah, woo

Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me)
We do it all, we changin' the laws
They thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (yeah)
We done put bulletproof all on the cars
I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)
I put baguettes on all of
My dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound
I'm on a yacht with a bad thot
We got the streets in a headlock
Nigga tried to peep through the backyard
All he seen was the choppas and red dots
(Brrr) i got my mama a black card, yeah
I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can
Step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs, "Don't stress
Don't rush it" I really got off
It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better
And better and better, my nigga
It's never no pressure (Let's get it)
Every time I hit up one
Of y'all niggas with smoke
It's never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a
Price on your head, shit, i get the special
You know I be hangin' wit' Jews
Get money wit' Russians
I'm makin' my moves
The hood behind me, I never
Could lose, I'm good, i'm solid
Can't play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin' and wildin'
You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels
Especially for none of you dudes
We slidin' with choppers

Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor
I'm tryna get more (No cap)
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for
Real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)
Send 'em with the stick
Ghost the minivan stoley
Slide with the door (yeah)
Nigga gon' die in the streets
So we can't even beef
I'ma die on the Forbes
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin'
That shit like he
Can't get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin' the lane up when I'm
In that Wrangler and
None of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG's
And it's money over bitches
Can't die 'bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG's
It's money over bitches, can't
Die 'bout a whore, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now
I tell 'em hate on me now
Cut off them bitches and all of them leeches
So ain't no more weighin' me down
(Let's get it) fresh out the jewelers, I
Jump out the bitches
They know I ain't playin' around
I triple double whenever I bubble
These niggas
In trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now
I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me)
Cut off them bitches and all of them leeches
So ain't no more weighin' me down
(Let's get it)
Hate on me now, hate on me now
Niggas can hate on me now (yeah)
We in the city all summer
It's somethin' to
Say, you should say that shit now, yeah

Yeah, man
Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)
Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh
Real El Chapo, Meek Milly
(Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop) aKA meek Killy

I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K
All of my diamonds look Blu-Ray
She say you only gon' do it
When we go out the country
We havin' a three way (Get it)
I was gettin' head in the Rolls
Start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ
I was tryna bust it and do it the free way
(Do it the free way)
Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega
(Rockin' that Bott')
Crib like four acres and
Ain't got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (yeah)
Once it's up there, nigga
It's stuck there
Blow it whenever we see you
We gettin' them pussies off
We gon' sip it and pour
She gettin' 'em all depleted
Know shorty don't get involved
She gon' fuck on my dawg and
All to get to the leader, i
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers
And I put the demons in Demons
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers
And I put them demons in Demons

Yow Meek yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man
Woy yoii outside