Freestyle Part 3

[Intro: Meek Mill] Bring it back tie you up Treat you like a Chinese store nigga and chop you up You feel that nigga, he play around we gon' kill that nigga How you feel little nigga, tell em how you do the shit, how you kill lil niggas [Verse 1: Lil' Snupe] Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's Rode in a black Bentley member I had a 10 speed Young nigga getting money and that's real shit And this really shit just happen nigga real quick Man goddamn nigga I know I come yet Ya girl say "goddamn Snupe you ain't cum yet" And she know I run that I got a hundred fucking thousand views on Cosmic Kev and it ain't been a month yet I'm doing it, nigga came and get it I got the smoke Niggas jam me everywhere Lil' Snupe name up in every coast They say man that nigga ballin', nigga know how I come Yeah he from Jonesboro I don't know where the fuck he from But I don't even heard of that but that nigga got the super rap And that nigga got that super map my niggas in a super traps Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday If it ain't by Sunday, we gon' get it Monday If it ain't by Tuesday, then it's fucking doomsday We gon have to hit you and sweep yo ass, broom day Ain't no fucking playing around, ain't no fucking playing around Nigga if we ain't got that money, ain't no fucking laying around Nigga we be getting it, yeah I gotta go yeah And tell em yeah I got cha yeah, yeah I got cha hoe yeah Different city, different flight, different places, different nights All in the studio I'm tryna fuckin' get my life right nigga And make sure my circle be tight nigga I be getting sleepy on them fuckin' flights nigga But I gotta make sure my mama got on the lights nigga And make that my people good for life nigga I know my daddy sittin' in that cell going crazy Thinking about Lil' Snupe like his life amazing And he don't even owe me That's my daddy but he don't really even know me Shit really thowed, I grew up kinda young I didn't go to school but I ain't grew up kinda dumb See I learn from the streets what niggas rack up to beast And niggas get in some beef And a lot of niggas get deceased And a lot of niggas be bitches, it's thowed A lot of niggas really hoes in men clothes I seen it with my eyes I seen niggas say that they gon' ride But them be them niggas who don't survive I seen niggas go up to the court room, tell everything But claim in the streets that them the niggas that bang But when they get out after 10 fuckin' years Man they try to fuckin' hang, like a lot of shit done changed You a rat before, you a rat now If you was a mac before then you mac now If you a pussy then you a pussy now nigga And if you a pussy then, then you can't get down nigga See they say 'Snupe you grew up, you grew up without a father But I see now that shit really just made you grind harder My mama use to pray for me every night I was sitting in that cell, goin' straight to hell Man I said I gotta get my flow Remember sitting in my cell my mama on the phone She sayin' "The devil got you boy" I said "Yeah I know and I gotta let em go Just keep praying for me and just pray that I get some hope" And it's crazy man, I gotta get it right 15 years old I was looking at juvenile life 21, I ain't coming home for a long time And my bitches steady writing but that ain't a long time After a couple months, bitches stop writing nigga And a lot of nigga start phone, I started fighting nigga So I got out the people said "How?" And then all them niggas just started wantin' to get down And they see my coming up now They bitches wanna fuck now Cause bitches know what's up now Got lean up in my cup now Got purp up in my swisher Got bitches all with me Got my whole city with me All the bitches getting jiggy Nigga you better chill Nigga this shit for real I show you that you got a crib just like Uncle Phil This shit right here we do it for the streets DC we hold it down me and Meek, Louie V Lee Mazin crazy as the fuck This shit we doing in here this shit amazing as the fuck [Verse 2: Lil' Snupe] I gotta get it, gotta go Nigga, I fuck bitches better watch ya ho Nigga, know I got it we could hammer ass Get Dru Major we gon' camera it Bitch come get with it we could put you on Your boyfriend mad, we'll put em on Nigga, I got flow money I done got so much of cake, I'm getting ho money Swag on crazy, man I got the Timbs Bitches love my swag Niggas wish that they was him 'Cause when I walk in that building, nigga, I be fresh as fuck Nigga don't really wanna test with us Really nigga don't wanna flex with us Ralph Lauren nigga this shit so exclusive Bitch stupid face with a stupid booty Bitches love to ride me like a damn scooter Polo Ralph Lauren and my sweater Coogi I'mma Louisana nigga and I never change But I'm with my Philly niggas we finna run the game Niggas already know I do my fucking thang Uh, went and copped the watch and copped the fucking chain Bitches love a nigga swag, yeah, I got it live Said, fuck that damn Jordan and went and copped the 5 Bitches be on my line all the damn time I be lying to them bitches like you on my fuckin' mind But I really be focus just on this money All in the studio, this Sig Sauer hurtin' my stomach And I'm steady getting a headache But I gotta get my bread straight And I gotta get my mind right So I be in that limelight Shit, I said fuck it, get it Nigga wanna endorse me free Jordans I'm with it, fuck it Nigga I came from nothing I got the tag right Like I'm just getting my swag right [Verse 3: Meek Mill] And I went and bought a Jag right And all these rappers throwin' jazz right I know these pussy niggas mad like 'Cause I live the cash life, and I'm in the mad light Everywhere I go my niggas growin' racks I been to jail, but I ain't goin' back I had to prove myself to show 'em that Came up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that So fuck what a enemy think I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink Shout out to Louie V, shout out to Lil' Snupe He probably cop a four door, he probably cop a coupe I'm on some Beanie Seagel shit, nigga, 'cause I'm the truth I got a ladder on me like I'm tryin' to climb a roof With my army fatigues, got it all in my league Long clip, and it's all in my sleeve Said God, he got the ladder, so it don't even matter Shitin' on these niggas, they piss fillin' they badder Niggas talk shit, they ain't eatin', where your platter I made a hundred thousand last week, it was My nigga Brick back home now And I told him that it's on now Ya'll niggas weak, we be smokin' strong now We don't even roll L's, we doin' the bong now A lot of niggas got murdered For runnin' they mouth and talking shit that they ain't heard of Bad bitch with me, she got it slurpin' She call me baby, I gotta eat it, no Gerber Say, I got a bitch named Tisha She be with Keisha, and she be with Ayesha I be on the block, said I used to smoke reefer Now I play the block, big pump, street sweeper K.O.D., I tell 'em hoes to sweep up Slow [?] hoodie on, tell 'em keep up Bit- (gibberish) And a (gibberish) Uh, I done bought every car Fucked every broad, different Rollie every arm Squad iced out, we'll turn your lights out Summer time, new kicks, goggles on, bikes out Banshee in the air, see the lights out Niggas prayin' "I hope Meek Milly wipe out" But I'm stayin' on, nigga, and we goin' strong Man, Snupe off the top, and we goin' long We do this shit, we move the bricks See ya'll niggas is rookies, ya'll so new to this Horseshoes, I'm true to this You playin' 'round nigga, [?] that shit