Intro (Hate on Me)

[Intro] Brrr Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker Yeah, woo [Verse 1] Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me) We do it all, we changin' the laws, they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (Yeah) We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr) I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound I'm on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock Nigga tried to peep through the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots (Brrr) I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers And none of your steppers can step with my steppers This chess, not checkers I told my dawgs, "Don't stress, don't rush it," I really got off It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better, my nigga, it's never no pressure (Let's get it) Every time I hit up one of y'all niggas with smoke, it's never no pressure Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special You know I be hangin' wit' Jews Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid Can't play me like one of them dudes You probably end up on the news We mobbin' and wildin' You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels, especially for none of you dudes We slidin' with choppers [Chorus] Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more (No cap) Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr) Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah) Nigga gon' die in the streets, so we can't even beef, I'ma die on the Forbes And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys I got the game from the real OG's And it's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore I got the game from the real OG's It's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah [Chorus] Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now Cut off them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more weighin' me down (Let's get it) Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around I triple-double whenever I bubble, these niggas in trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me) Cut off them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more weighin' me down (Let's get it) Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah) We in the city all summer, it's somethin' to say, you should say that shit now, yeah [Interlude: Popcaan] Yeah, man Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop) Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh Real El Chapo, Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop) A.K.A. Meek Killy [Verse 2] I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K All of my diamonds look Blu-Ray She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country, we havin' a three way (Get it) I was gettin' head in the Rolls, start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way (Do it the free way) Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin' Bottega (Rockin' that Bott') Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (Yeah) Once it's up there, nigga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you We gettin' them pussies off We gon' sip it and pour She gettin' 'em all depleted Know shorty don't get involved She gon' fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put the demons in Demons Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them demons in Demons [Outro: Popcaan] Yow Meek Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man Woy yoii Outside