[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
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