Meek Mill, Tracy T - Shhh (Freestyle) lyrics

All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they my little nigga with the rico
Fat Trel, Maybach Murda Gang
Mastermind, double M

Nigga tell me how you want it with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my
Pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know I got an old thot you can have
Nigga couldn't fuck my old bitch
Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy
I'm in the kitchen I could tell
You how the stove looking
Nigga all I really wanted was the pyrex
A couple hundred body snatchers
In the projects
You know my plug stay connected like direct
I'm in Miami my bitches
Like "where Lebron at?"
I finish fucking her and finish
Like "where your mom at?"
In front the coppers I got
Choppers for the combat
Couldn't believe it my niggas say
He was sellin' grenades
Keep bullshittin' and ima sit you
Where the bomb at
DC nigga, sittin wrist whip dough
He ain't know a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and
His body at the light
Purchase me some Act and I'm
A pour me some Sprite
Tell a bitch keep counting till
She get the count right
When a bitch finish might
Purchase her a flight
Might take her whole life
Might fuck her all night
Right, you know I hate to say it twice
But you pussy ass niggas
Ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life
Pussy ass niggas ain't bout that life

Talking 'bout you popping tags
Nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles
Nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes
Nigga you ain't fuck shit

My killas got shooters on shooters
My killas got shooters on shooters
My killas got shooters on shooters
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang
Knock em down hundred rounds, lotta pounds
Kilograms on the ave
How you want it? Quarter thang, half thang
Whole slab?
Young Atlanta nigga pull a hammer on ya
Pull up on a nigga in a California
Teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers
Whole summer dope runners
Getting more commers
Money got me geekin', damn I need more
Alejandro bringin' in them truckloads
Copy that, get racks, nigga ten-four
Choppa bullets just rip a nigga head off
Clip long as a little nigga leg dawg
Empty that and the barrel just smoke
Closed casket, nigga head open
Peel the top back, yeah I’m in the foreign
Wide body and it sittin' on Forgies
Choppa kick like Chuck Norris
Ralph Lauren, my engine full of horses
Aim game insane nigga I’m a marksman
Cocaine white y’all niggas flip porcelain
Blow worth a fortune, million on the fortress
Niggas totin' AK’s like they Glock 40’s

Talking 'bout you popping tags
Nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles
Nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes
Nigga you ain't fuck shit

Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing
Feds know a nigga by his whole name
Shoot him in his head for his gold chain
You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine
Talkin bout you buyin' bricks
Nigga you ain't got shit
We was sellin' all them keys
We was like the locksmith
Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms
Balmain five bands for the waist nigga
I'm rollin' through my city in
A new Rolls Royce
Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith nigga
AK, SK, HK nigga
Three K's like I hate niggas
And I'll put you in your place nigga
You got shoebox money I got
A safe nigga holdup

Talking 'bout you popping tags
Nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles
Nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes
Nigga you ain't fuck shit

Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat
See a bad bitch she my jam of the week
All I ever wanted was a kilo
Till they hit my little nigga with the RICO
Bitches lookin' at me
Keisha look at all this change
It's the heart of war tour bus full of K's
Master P money I could pull up in a tank
C Murda shooter know a pill on the way still
Rich niggas coming through you
Broke niggas better move
At your front door got word you got work
35 for the key of the purp
Now six figures for this fat niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm
Walking through the church
Prayin' lord forgive me
30 shots in the semi
I done paid all of my tithes now
It's time to go and get it
My new plug don't fuck with the cut
My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt
Ridin' by the see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but
They see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house
For the brown bag
Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even saw my number
On the brown bag all I ever wanted was Kilo
Till they hit my lil' woe with the Rico
Sippin' on purp niggas still got a pint
Still moving work nigga ooh what night
Ooh what a night, ooh what a night
Post a picture of that pussy get 200 likes
200 likes all that bitch getting from
Me is them 200 likes

Talking 'bout you popping tags
Nigga you ain't bought shit
Talking bout a hunned bottles
Nigga you ain't popped shit
All you talk nana clips
Nigga you ain't shot shit
Spending money on these hoes
Nigga you ain't fuck shit