Hardbody

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Stop playing with these niggas get on that grimy shit

Let them know its still Meek Milly nigga

Heard that

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Old money new work

You can smell the crack aroma on my new shirt

One shooter two hearse

Did them dirty put them niggas on the news first

Niggas think because I'm rapping I won't slide up on them niggas with that ratchet

What's happening

When them windows roll down and them matics get to cracking

Most of you pussy ass niggas get to ratting

Consequences make them feel the drum

A nigga rob me and we gon' kill his mom

That's real talk get on that grimy shit

Shout out to [?]

I tell him pass it off and he gon' pass it off

And when it come to questions he won't ask at all

I get you everything [?]

My youngins from the northside they won't stop until your casket fall

Do you really want that

About that paper my nigga Oschi will be at your front step

That's how a hitta get it though

About that money my nigga CP be in your window

And Omelly be at your bitch spot

With a big Glock trying to get the big drop

Plotting on you as the time goes tick tock

Soon as you come get the pussy you gon' catch a headshot

[Verse 2: Peedi Crakk]

Aww yes

Fuck around lay around

Play around watch the waiter boy lay it down

You the best say it now I don't think so

Don't let the pride weigh you down you gon' sink slow

Checking my fresh you should be checking bank rolls

Why should I stress my check is in the bank yo

[?] blowing in the wind through the window

I'm really that nigga to fuck without a tempo

I'm in a sauna climbing a llama

My baby momma trying to figure out if I'm in some drama

I'm sleeping on top of the covers

Locks on the shutter

I'm going through she wondering why won't I fuck her

I'm getting [?]

Candy painted the Lac black jelly bean

Black hoodies and skullys wiggles in the cellophane

Roll up puff and pass it

Tuck the ratchet

[?]

Five be in your area

War be at your front door causing mass hysteria

Ring Peedi in your mother's house

Second floor back room trying to check your brother out

Blow [?]

Chilling in your drive way peeling out pronto

Skrrrr first we grip CL

Straight to the condo everything DL

[Verse 3: Shizz Nitty]

When I get my tag on I put that mask on

Still ride or die [?] drag on

Used to run it in plenty grams it would add on

Drake shit best had 40 in my jet lag

You just know you're rolling play your part just like a step dad

Pace him with a glizzy got a shot like Travis Bess had

Don't worry if that tec jam up

I will run up on the groom then hit the best man up

See I put that on my glizzy I'll get them all touched

Them niggas come in packs then we hit them all up

See my youngin had a dream with a bird in it

SK shoot had the curb chipping

Diesel and the syrup sipping

[?] had the hood in the frenzy

[?] at the shootouts good with the semi

Out of town make a presence when I'm not around

There's no cause they clip up and ride around

My nigga Doc be at your mom crib

My nigga Wiz be at your mom crib

That nigga Snoop be at your mom crib

Neighbors looking like what the fuck did your mom did

With that Parabellum nine hollows let them all go

Run this shit like Marlow

Spark that man like Waldo

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