Meek Mill - Meek Mill Freestyles on Flex | Freestyle #118 (2018) lyrics

Walk up into Barney's and I get what I want
I really hang with niggas richer than Trump
For real and the flow so cold it'll
Give you the mumps
You niggas pussy like that time of the month
For real rose gold everything
It feel like the Rose Bowl
Niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me
They feel like my old hoes
Got 'em in they feelings 'cause
They bitches in a chokehold
I'm like five minutes away
From gettin' a boatload
And light my whole city up, Porsche
It go giddy-up real nigga, any up
Them hoes know I got plenty up
Like Brooklyn, we gon' ante up
Used to be a penny up
But now a nigga Fendi'd up, Saint Laurent
Givenchy'd up
The feds just grabbed my young nigga


I know he won't give me up
I look like a drug dealer
I can't put the semi up
My young bitch, she super bad
She love me just like India
My old ops, they super mad
We left them pouring Henny up
'Cause they homies got wacked
We bought Maybachs
Came through they strip, no tint, laid back
Niggas ain't no threats, no cap, they rats
And when they homies got checked
They ain't never get back fuck 'em, yeah

Let them niggas smoke yo' cousin
You ain't ride yet
RIP on Instagram and you ain't slide yet
They on they corner everyday, shit
They ain't hide yet
I don't wanna hear that gangsta shit
If they ain't died yet
Huh, we go to war for that fettuccine
Young niggas turnin' Buicks
Into Lamborghinis
I took bitches from the projects to Santorini
Got 350 on me now but
I ain't wearin' Yeezys
Milli on my wrist, milli on my bitch
20 milli in the bank, really on some shit
I give a fuck what niggas think
They ain't on this tip
I'm on a whole 'nother wave
How I'm doin' this shit
Mafia, everything Mafia salmon over lobster
We don't even eat tilapia
I done got bougie, more confident and cockier
Since I got some money
Hoes suck that dick sloppier
Fuckin' on a bad bitch with a
Bad bitch on top of her
My young chick said she want a threesome
I got proud of her
She gon' fuck me good and that
Chick she with gon' follow her
I used to really crush on that lil
Chick but I got tired of her
How you turn that Grand Prix to a Lambo?
How you turn that mansion to a bando?
I be callin' shots like I'm commando
Get you wet
Runnin' round like you was Rambo
Nigga this a new level, new devil
Patek look like it got two bezels
Who let you
Run these streets thinkin' you special?
They gon' put a halo on you
When them goons catch you
I promise, nigga, and they gon' vomit
Balenciagas kickin' this like it's a-
Problem

Nigga you can't kill your
Way to the Clearport
And real nigga credit don't work at the bank
Ain't 'bout no money? What the
Fuck is you here for?
'Cause bad bitches only respect Benny Frank
Uh i never seen a nigga trap
And get a hundred mill and if he did get it
He ain't got a hundred still
He in the chow line cuttin'
Back for the double meal
They gave him wild top, went
To trial, he said, "fuck a deal"
I want a brand new Bugatti, nigga
Fuck appeal fuck a Percocet
I'm tryin' pay my mother bills
Leave my son a will, so my son could chill
Take him off the block so the
Cops don't hunt us still
Uh, I never seen a goon with 20 bodies
Get a new Ferrari and cut the roof up off him
If what I'm spittin' hurt yo' feelings
I am truly sorry
So what I like this, I can only feed you
They tried to bury us
Ain't know that we was seeds
We had to trap
Ain't get no toys on Christmas Eve
Played that corner made you rich
What we believe
Kill each other, that self hatred a disease
Uh target on yo' back, target on yo' back
Feds swingin' red beams, target on yo' hat
Just a nigga with a dream, target in the trap
Target on yo' back, target on yo' back
Cappin' on the Gram won't
Make you successful
And lookin' in them mirrors broke
It could get stressful
And I ain't tryin' to play you
'cause I know you special
But all them Bow Wow challenges
Hope they don't catch you
All yo' real homies know you
Fraud and they let you
Once them bad bitches get a whiff
They won't catch you
Had a lot of fights, down nigga, hustle
'Cause ain't no feelin' when you
Get it from the muscle
Niggas is trippin' actin' like
It ain't a struggle
When they know you got it out the
Mud and make 'em love you
Never let these niggas trap yo'
Mind in a bubble the minute you get locked
Up, nigga gon' say, "Fuck you"
Then you gon' be super sick
You gon' wanna rumble
Locked up on some stupid shit haunt you
You gon' need a lawyer too
You too loud jeezy-

Meek Milly, I'm on Flex
Cop, cook and collect
Eating breakfast on a jet
Money, power and respect nigga we the shit
New shit drop, talkin' that Championship

Niggas dyin' in my hood like it's normal
And sellin' crack won't get you rich
Hate to alarm you i spit facts 'cause I
Don't wanna misinform you my job is done
Just don't say that I ain't warn you
It ain't no sunshine out the window
We get a rush
From rockin' diamonds in a Benzo
Movin' like Lorenzo
For them dead presidents
It was evident we would sin though
Get locked behind a wall, you irrelevant
Where your friends go?
Pro'ly at yo' bitch do'
She hungry as a hippo
'Cause she gon' fuck yo'
Dog for some Louis, gucci or Kenzo
So when you in the cell
Reminiscin' how you was lit though
And ballin' with some niggas that wouldn't
Send you a pic though?
It was loyalty 'til it came
To them lawyer fees
And indictments come with football
Numbers for quarter keys
And the feds seize all of
The cribs and auto Vs
And appointed lawyers ain't
Fightin' for you, they talkin' pleas
Ain't nowhere to turn when that money burn
Was a Balenciaga bandit when
You got yo' turn
I see them other guys mistakes
And I watch and learn
Dudes that they ride for? Not concerned
For the love of drug money, it was lit
My OG told me that'll get you rich
Handcuffs shine like diamonds on the wrists
Flood the Rollie for this time
That we gon' get, yeah
Kings killin' kings, we the KKK
Load up, spray the corner, let that AK spray
Young niggas dyin' in my hood every day
Lock us in the chains
They say we the new slaves
But this ain't a game of ball
We lettin' semis off
Niggas that I went to school
With wanna pick me off
I told my dog I'm goin' trap to rap
He said you goin' soft
I just made like 30 mil and
The feds just picked him off
They gave him 30 years
I swear I wish he seen the shit I saw
He callin' while I'm on a jet
Thinkin' that I missed his calls
On purpose, ain't nobody perfect
And yeah I used to trap too
I knew it wasn't worth it
But I ain't tryin' to judge you
I'm just sayin' make a purchase
Buy a house before you buy a
Watch and these bitches purses
None of them hoes won't take the
Time to write in cursive
Send you a letter and spray
That paper with some perfume
I knew a nigga that got a Bentley
But they murked him
Them V12's get turned to hearses
Uh, graveyards turn to bedrooms
And ain't no space up in that casket
Ain't no legroom
Uh, ain't no love in this shit for real
Everybody goin' to jail or
They gettin' killed
Get a life sentence, now you takin' Benadryl
From Phillippe Chow to chow lines
Just to get your meals

Scary nigga
Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody mary nigga
'Bout to let two famous
Bitches share me nigga
When it come to that DC
I'm like Wayne Perry nigga