Meek Mill, DJ Scream, Louie V Gutta - Kilo lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, DJ Scream, Louie V Gutta - Kilo lyrics]
Yeah, we was really sellin' powder, nigga
This a gift to the streets
Accept it with honor
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water
Watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo
Then I got a kilo, a kilo
Better keep that on the low
If you got them kilos
You might get booked or get
Murdered for that kilo
Now I'm steady gettin' money and
This ho wanna fuck
Cause she know I got a kilo
She only want me cause I got bricks
(Cause I got bricks)
She only want me when I got bricks
(Cause I got shit)
Before a nigga, I ain’t had shit
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
She only want me cause I got kilos
Cooked kilos all on my neck
These niggas ain’t no threat
Sky Dweller gold all plain
And I ain’t comin in no jet
And all I want is straight cash
I ain’t even takin' no checks
Cause these hoes don't do credit
And they don’t pop pussy if
The money on debit i got them kilos
She only want me cause I got bricks
She only want me cause I got shit
Before a nigga ain’t have shit
Man, she only want me cause I got kilos
Thirty-six O's in the Pyrex
I be going HAM in the projects
Got a bad bitch with me and she all that
She ain’t nothing but a jump shot, all net
(Swish) ya'll suckers play foul like Artest
I make a brand new flow, you can borrow that
Selling all these bricks, need a hard hat
I hit your ho one time, never call back
Say these niggas used to wanna be like Mike
Now these niggas wanna be like me
And these hoes twerkin' on Instagram
Still talkin like they wanna be like Bey'
And these dudes y'all say getting money
Lookin' like groupies in the VIP
And if these dudes got all this paper
Cause all these niggas wanna be like me, ho!
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water
Watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo
You ain’t got enough for me nigga
4-4 tucked on me nigga
Long nose like Ginobili nigga
Five rings like Kobe nigga (Bling)
I was flippin kilo after kilo (After kilo)
Rockin that Versace shit way before the Migos
(Migos) started with them grams at the
Project with a stack
Then I flipped it to a brick and
Then I did the Project Pat
Like, homie what’s the problem?
Semi or revolver?
Catch a nigga with the bricks
He know we gon' rob him
Once I caught the lick
We was fresh up out the drop
Man the bitches on the corner watch
A player like a scout
I said all I wanted was a kilo
All them bitches wanna freeload
All I wanted was a drop with
The head cracked like cee-lo
Thirty-six them Os nigga
Thousand grams on gold nigga
Power plants 'bout to blow nigga, DC
Coke Boys nigga on the corner, pistol on me
Smoking on California
Ten chains, catch pneumonia, yeah
Ain’t no refunds nigga
Wanna get your money back? Better
Bring your guns nigga
Ain't no receipts in the streets, all sales
You know they final nigga
So if you lose somethin'
Then it’s your loss
If you don’t weight up, then your scale off
If you trap right, it'll pay off
Yeah, I used to pray to get a kilo, a kilo
Thirty-six O's up that raw for my amigo
Throw it in that water
Watch it swim like Nemo
Man I swear to God I pray to get a kilo
Then I got a kilo, a kilo
Better keep that on the low
If you got them kilos
You might get booked or get
Murdered for that kilo
Now I'm steady gettin' money and
This ho wanna fuck
Cause she know I got a kilo
She only want me cause I got bricks
She only want me when I got bricks
Before a nigga, I ain’t had shit
She only want me cause I got kilos