Do Dat Dere

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's Easter Pull up on that banshee be like Hasta la vister Heser thought that's what they all say skeezers I just fucked her yesterday homie you can keep her Believe her, I don't do nothin I'm a ball I'm a stand up nigga I jump up everytime I fall Everytime I lost I came back like cook crack Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back I said I'm good, I'm hood, I wish a nigga would Try to take me for a sucker he get hit up just because Can't shake em off for nothing, they be hating but for what Cause I ain't even get a deal but When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya bitch all up on my dick Cause you a bug, you a flee and I'm a G I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood But I don't bend no I don't budge I keep that semi by my gut A nigga tempt me fire up I let that sig blow light em up I say I ain't got that hazy You know I got that kush Niggas rolling on that dirt be smokin that Reggie Bush Said they always speak my name But when they see me they never look Cause they know I keep that flamer But hold up that's another book I said them shooters on deck Goonies over there, and that ain't even counting for tooly that wear I said they bitches, pussy, coochie over there So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here [Verse 2: Gillie] E.A. they don't pop, lock, and drop it Round here in North Philly They stop, cock, and pop it Put you on your dyin bed Leave you on that lead dying Bust ya head up out that bread A nigga bet not dare try it I'm a motherfuckin gangster Spank you with that banger Soak you with that toaster You niggas straight cho-cha Pussy ass niggas for tha hundred I'll soak ya Leave ya wet and gushy I'm messin with some rookies My drop top ridin And my Glock cock ridin And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen Til a nigga on the ground and he twitchin I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop bitchin His mama fillin reports da boy he missin These niggas tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin Just got to North Philly And ask for that boy Gillie (They gonna tell you he's a gangster) [Verse 3: Oschino] I'm Oschino You know I got dem kilos You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo My Glocks straight from consemos Six feet p low you get d pro If you try to burn me like that bitch Yolanda do niggas pee holes Gucci frames they shade my vision She on my dick like circumcision Niggas mad at me cause they pockets flat like plasma televisions Elevate mind he probably fucked her I ain't mad nigga that's what's up Fuck that bitch let's get deez bucks I bout my green in God I trust And trust I grind and coupes I drop More hot on da block Like when a cop get popped Got it jumpin hoppin scotch Why you hit nigga where da choppaz chop Standin tall as city hall Get on his CD nigga naw Weirdos I can't fuck with ya'll Meek in his bag nigga I'm in da broad My young bulls clap like a applause Be on ya ass like polo draws Gettin dollaz go-go bars Why you think we go so hard Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws All we kno is cars, broads, bars Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars Guns, vest Hustle, rest, projects Killin, shootin, lootin We a mess No rep I talk with a tec Burn it down nigga they correct Go to war with the ATF