[Intro: Meek Mill]
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store n***a and chop you up
You feel that n***a, he play around we gon' kill that n***a
How you feel little n***a, tell em how you do the shit, how you kill lil n***as

[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 n***a getting money and that's real shit
And this really shit just happen n***a real quick
Man goddamn n***a 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, n***a came and get it I got the smoke
N***as jam me everywhere Lil' Snupe name up in every coast
They say man that n***a ballin', n***a 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 n***a got the super rap
And that n***a got that super map my n***as 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
N***a if we ain't got that money, ain't no fucking laying around
N***a 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 n***a
And make sure my circle be tight n***a
I be getting sleepy on them fuckin' flights n***a
But I gotta make sure my mama got on the lights n***a
And make that my people good for life n***a
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 n***as rack up to beast
And n***as get in some beef
And a lot of n***as get deceased
And a lot of n***as be bitches, it's thowed
A lot of n***as really hoes in men clothes
I seen it with my eyes
I seen n***as say that they gon' ride
But them be them n***as who don't survive
I seen n***as go up to the court room, tell everything
But claim in the streets that them the n***as 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 n***a
And if you a pussy then, then you can't get down n***a
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 n***a
And a lot of n***a start phone, I started fighting n***a
So I got out the people said "How?"
And then all them n***as 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
N***a you better chill
N***a 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
N***a, I fuck bitches better watch ya ho
N***a, 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
N***a, 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
N***as wish that they was him
'Cause when I walk in that building, n***a, I be fresh as fuck
N***a don't really wanna test with us
Really n***a don't wanna flex with us
Ralph Lauren n***a 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 n***a and I never change
But I'm with my Philly n***as we finna run the game
N***as already know I do my fucking thang
Uh, went and copped the watch and copped the fucking chain
Bitches love a n***a 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
N***a wanna endorse me free Jordans I'm with it, fuck it
N***a 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 n***as mad like
'Cause I live the cash life, and I'm in the mad light
Everywhere I go my n***as 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, n***a, '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 n***as, they piss fillin' they badder
N***as talk shit, they ain't eatin', where your platter
I made a hundred thousand last week, it was
My n***a Brick back home now
And I told him that it's on now
Ya'll n***as weak, we be smokin' strong now
We don't even roll L's, we doin' the bong now
A lot of n***as 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
N***as prayin' "I hope Meek Milly wipe out"
But I'm stayin' on, n***a, and we goin' strong
Man, Snupe off the top, and we goin' long
We do this shit, we move the bricks
See ya'll n***as is rookies, ya'll so new to this
Horseshoes, I'm true to this
You playin' 'round n***a, [?] that shit