Bullet Wit Ya Name

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Them niggas talking reckless I get them gunned down

Choppa style goons lurking when the sun down

Niggas throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown

You catch them like Fitzgerald nigga when that clip spill

I've seen niggas go upstate with wills

Beat their appeal make it home then get killed

Cause shit real nigga up in Philadel

I wet you and leave a hole in your head like killer whale

Free Willy and Meek Milly

He really bout that ask a nigga vouch that

Pussy nigga softer than a pillow top mattress

Rappers actors like Samuel L. Jackson

Niggas throwing money, they don't even own a crib yet

And they ain't send no money to their niggas doing the bid yet

You ain't even buy that Playstation for your kids yet

But you making it rain you a fucking lame

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I got a bullet with ya name on it

Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it

Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit

You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed

I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head

I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

I hear them pussies talking

They talking reckless about me

But when I see them niggas I going to catch some wreck a body

I'm talking shots fired, got a man down

Coppers walkie talkie, over stand down

Shots still shooting choppers still chopping

I ain't trap in like a year but the block still popping

Niggas hating on me they don't got an option

Cause I'm shining perfect timing

Like a diamond VVS shit

Niggas can't fuck with me I'm like their ex bitch

I'm on that homicide ride or die x shit

44 revolver wild wild west shit

Niggas talking reckless now they on my wreck list

Death wish bullets hit your front back exit

Ya hollow heads just to bobble heads

And if we spot him there then we drop him there

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I got a bullet with ya name on it

Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it

Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit

You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed

I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head

I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya

[Verse 3: Manny Wellz]

Many many men [?]

But fuck a vest I keep a tec up on me

Fuck his chest I hit his head hit his face and hit his neck when I squeeze

His dental records gotta get him ID’d, fuck it

Look we really do this here

We all shooters here

Thirty rounds in that four pound Ruger ya

Come through here like you gon' talk shit out

You won't be walking out you be walking down

Bullets pounding from front to rear

Doctors yelling clear and the nigga flatline

He been dead shots hit his chest came out his backside

We murder and snatch guys

Take them to their stash spot

Search the premises until some money holler jackpot

I'm on my own, thirty shots in the clip of my chrome

I'm on your top little niggas is on

I know some real live street niggas I can hit on the phone

And get you shot broad day in your dome

[Chorus: Meek Mill]

I got a bullet with ya name on it

Catch you slipping sunny day come and rain on it

Niggas talking that shit 'til we slide up on them start sparking that shit

You get a concrete pillow in the coffin for your bed

I have niggas looking for you like there's money on your head

I'ma kill you when I catch you I'ma kill you ya