Meek Mill, YFN Lucci - Oh Lord lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, YFN Lucci - Oh Lord lyrics]
Yeah, trappin' like the Carter yeah
Double MG, we gon' crush y'all
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all
Niggas, they don't want war
Spent a hundred on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young broad
Why the fuck would I give a fuck for
We don't lose sleep 'bout a fuck boy
Sendin' hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Rylo
If they all move, then they die slow, pronto
Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis
That Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano
Feelin' that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O
Who gon' motivate niggas if I go? Namе one
At the clear port, whеre you can't come
Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5
Breath stank with the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones
Lil' shawty tried to play the
Kid but I'm Jay Sean
Handle that rod like it's M1
Talkin' hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk out the dealership
When you killin' shit, on some winnin' shit
At the VMAs with the 30 on me
In the front row and we with the shit
Heard these fuck-niggas had the free smoke
When we run into 'em, we gon' kill and shit
Talkin' really quick
Keep the strap on me like a nigga's bitch
(yeah, yeah)
(Hard body, hard body, yeah, yeah, oh)
(Oh oh, oh, Hard body, hard body, yeah)
Look
Okay, look, Young Fly Nigga 'bout cash
Say fuck the other side
They don't want no drama with us
I hate my brother died
Now we want homicide, murder after murder
Wan' make his momma cry
Kidnap his kids, leave 'em traumatized
We gon' hide niggas
They ain't gon' find niggas
Gotta keep that semi on my
Side like a side-kicker
Long live my nigga forever, we waited forever
Make my kid get a kid
They got a family forever, yeah
Get 'em sent far like the
Godfather, that's on my daughter, yeah
Oh, I want his bitch and his
Sister and his friends, yeah, nigga, yeah
Uh, MAC-10, too many burners in the black van
Hit up permanent best friend, we got weapon
We won't condone it, won't address it
Hundred thousand on his head, make
My dawg fetch it, yeah
Hundred thousand in my pocket, make
'em look pregnant, yeah, uh
AP on me lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he survive
That cat was blessed, yeah, yeah
Murder for fun y'all niggas
You know we good with them hammers and guns
You know if you hit 'em in the head
We gon' double the fun
And if the nigga ain't dead
I'ma need a refund, yeah
Look, 44 F&N, two desert eagles
You know how we comin', nigga
More sticks than the army, nigga
More drugs than a pharmacist, nigga
I dare you try to harm
A nigga, you harmless, nigga, yeah
100K on my neck and it's charmless, nigga
You know who the don is, yeah
Pop a seal and let my soul spill, yeah
I'm still the goat in the farm field
On my second mill', I told my partners chill
Put 60K on my wrist to make my aunt chill
Yeah, hard body, hard body, yeah
Where I'm from there ain't no love for 'em
Nobody, nobody, yeah, yeah, uh
Ain't no love, no, no
From the other side, yeah uh
Double MG, we gon' crush y'all
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all
Niggas, they don't want war
Spent a hundred on my Patek
Took them cuffs off totin' automatics
This the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young broad
Why the fuck would I give a fuck for
We don't lose sleep 'bout a fuck boy
Sendin' hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Rylo
If they all move, then they die slow, pronto
Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis
That Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano
Feelin' that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O
Who gon' motivate niggas if I go? Namе one
At the clear port, whеre you can't come
Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5
Breath stank with the A1
When it come to rappers
I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones
Lil' shawty tried to play the
Kid but I'm Jay Sean
Handle that rod like it's M1
Talkin' hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk out the dealership
When you killin' shit, on some winnin' shit
At the VMAs with the 30 on me
In the front row and we with the shit
Heard these fuck-niggas had the free smoke
When we run into 'em, we gon' kill and shit
Talkin' really quick
Keep the strap on me like a nigga's bitch
(yeah, yeah)
(Hard body, hard body, yeah, yeah, oh)
(Oh oh, oh, Hard body, hard body, yeah)
Look
Okay, look, Young Fly Nigga 'bout cash
Say fuck the other side
They don't want no drama with us
I hate my brother died
Now we want homicide, murder after murder
Wan' make his momma cry
Kidnap his kids, leave 'em traumatized
We gon' hide niggas
They ain't gon' find niggas
Gotta keep that semi on my
Side like a side-kicker
Long live my nigga forever, we waited forever
Make my kid get a kid
They got a family forever, yeah
Get 'em sent far like the
Godfather, that's on my daughter, yeah
Oh, I want his bitch and his
Sister and his friends, yeah, nigga, yeah
Uh, MAC-10, too many burners in the black van
Hit up permanent best friend, we got weapon
We won't condone it, won't address it
Hundred thousand on his head, make
My dawg fetch it, yeah
Hundred thousand in my pocket, make
'em look pregnant, yeah, uh
AP on me lit, I don't want your bitch
Every single diamond VVS
I'ma hold it down by my respect
Ayy, fuck they found this nigga at? yeah
Hit him nine times, if he survive
That cat was blessed, yeah, yeah
Murder for fun y'all niggas
You know we good with them hammers and guns
You know if you hit 'em in the head
We gon' double the fun
And if the nigga ain't dead
I'ma need a refund, yeah
Look, 44 F&N, two desert eagles
You know how we comin', nigga
More sticks than the army, nigga
More drugs than a pharmacist, nigga
I dare you try to harm
A nigga, you harmless, nigga, yeah
100K on my neck and it's charmless, nigga
You know who the don is, yeah
Pop a seal and let my soul spill, yeah
I'm still the goat in the farm field
On my second mill', I told my partners chill
Put 60K on my wrist to make my aunt chill
Yeah, hard body, hard body, yeah
Where I'm from there ain't no love for 'em
Nobody, nobody, yeah, yeah, uh
Ain't no love, no, no
From the other side, yeah uh