Meek Mill - Reed Dollaz Diss (freestyle) lyrics

"HEY WHERES THE BEEF? I don’t
Think there’s anybody back there"

I got the whole Force after me cause i be out
All night, hard white, makin
Door sales like batteries
Dishing rock cause I need money
Like a charity and i ain’t gon’ stop till
A motherfucker burry me
Battle me go head hype him
Up I’ll embarrass him
My spear hit his ass it’ll Bloody Mary
Him, shotty blast with body bags
They gotta carry him
Meek Milly I squeeze millis
And got accuracy, so try runnin they dumpin
And hit the back of him
Hit his crown and spin around
Now he’s a tragedy, you ain’t a friend
Of Meek nigga you my enemy, so
I’m giving out shots like Hennessy, to any
Nigga with a problem we solve
Em with semi autos and
Bottles we run up on em and off em
Every man for himself keep
My hands to myself
Imma ridah I ain’t never ran for no help
Kept that by the belt cause
Niggas will get to creepin
My niggas will grip them heaters and squeez
Em, you in the freezer pussy
Like an Ellios pizza, you don’t like
Me I don’t like you neither
Ain’t about a dolla, holla
Cause y’all the type of
Niggas get knocked start singin like an
Opera, swingin with the coppas
Gettin niggas
Booked cause the crackers got you crackin
Like the raw when it’s cooked, keep the trey
Pound seven that’ll lay down somethin
When the beef jump off
And my heat dump off 50 shots let em chop
Blow a meat chunk off
Flip his block let him pop till
Police come dawg, I’m street
I’m raw, you sweet
I’m hard that’s the difference
I’m the sickest when
The beat come on, get ya peeps, come on
We can have it on sight 100 bars every verse
I be rappin all night, servin addicts
All white, make the cabbage all right to
Get the jackets all white
Or the Benz’s all black, spin
The rims and all that
Trey pound 6 rounds hit ya brim and
All that just to knock ya
Noggin off niggas got it in, we
Got crack like your ass, pills
Like Tylenol, weed like a garden, dope
Like coma, meth like Redman, and
Coke like it’s soda, man Imma G
Nigga you ain’t heard of me
This pound I got will turn
A niggas white tee burgundy
Better yet I’ll turn a nigga day to
A murder scene with hospital beds and doctors
Performin surgery, fighting for your life
You nice with them hand and you’re fighting
Like you Mike well I’m fighting with
The pipe, 44 Dirty Harry turn bull Bloody
Mary, he’ll be clockin out tonight
For his life, I hang with the
Villains, hang, bang with the killas
Bang trey pound southern barrel spin just
Like it’s cellophane, I bring them out
I bring the drama to
Him, put the Tommy to him
Hilfiger what I’m talkin bout
You say my name in them verses but on
Some real shit shawty don’t want beef I
Come down southwest with that oowap and lay
That nigga Reed all out in that
Street, this nigga better fall back
Fore’ he get his skull
Cracked, yea you’ll catch all that
Them clips hold 50
See niggas think they all that
Till they where that yard at
I hit em where he hard at he
Stiff like a Dickie, South side motherfucker
Where they kill at will
If you heated I bet you freezer
Will have you chilly chilled, that boy
Reed need to feel that steel
He a bitch be on my dick
Like "I feel Meek Mill"
And me gettin smacked
Picture that with a Kodak, cause
I’m the younger nigga
You numbers just like a
Throwback, so disrespect I’ll come at your
Neck right where your throat at
I grip a TEC, rain on your
Set then I reload that, cock with the
Aim on top, know Imma blow that, I
Pop at yo brains you drop
These niggas know that
Nobody smackin me what you lyin
For? Shit ya new
Name Simba, you the lion boy, this
Rap shit ain’t worth dyin for
Niggas with heat yo ass
Up like an ironing board
This nigga chirping me irking
Me early in the mornin
Sounding like a bitch
"why can’t we get along?" Nigga get a
Thong, this a mans world nigga talkin on
The phone soundin like a damn
Girl, you hop on ya track and
Lie in your verse, dawg, if I get
Smacked somebody get murked off, casket shit
Funeral time and we
Ain’t gon’ do this rap shit too many times
The bull Reed is a bitch I can
See it in his face, trigger
Squeeze, he a snitch, lawyer beatin up the
Case, then I’m heatin up his place
Where his mom stay at
Just like a cop I make it
Hot where your grinding at, grip
The stock the H cocked, like a
Laundromat I wet his clothes up, heat
Him then he fold up, we got a wop
For every shell, and we got a
Shell for every bar you spit, you
Little faggot ass nigga man you soft
As shit, talkin this talkin that, nigga you
Ain’t sparkin jack, you a stone cold pussy
Nigga all you do it rap
I just wanna clap when I see
You on sight, trey pound, 8 rounds for
Every weight in holme pipe, I’ll
Send him to the pastor, i give him what
He ask for, funeralshoot him with the
Mask on, turn the gas on
When the beef cookin shit