[Intro: Meek Mill]
(KJ, what you got goin' on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah)
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders
I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit censored
I got the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck, for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come to the lil' block like an elephant
I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it
We the ones, they the ones cracking
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, ooh
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God, and he tell you, "Get in the casket" (Nigga, get over there)
Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) We spinnin' for sure
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (Gang)
They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for sure, we spinnin' his shows
And we took L's for sure, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' for sure
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D- (Boom), them niggas be tucked
That nigga was fucked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (But he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)
Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly
(You know we slide to Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)
(KJ, what you got goin' on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah)
Back of the Phantom to get me some head
Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo)
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Nigga know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders
I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang)
Nigga, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy)
Nigga, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, shit censored
I got the check, fell in love with it
I got the neck, for the hell of it
Money, respect, get a Cullinan
Come to the lil' block like an elephant
I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it
We the ones, they the ones cracking
Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, ooh
Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards
Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper
Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God, and he tell you, "Get in the casket" (Nigga, get over there)
Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this shit to the maximum, yeah
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) We spinnin' for sure
Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (Gang)
They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps for sure, we spinnin' his shows
And we took L's for sure, but in Chicago, they know we winnin' for sure
You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D- (Boom), them niggas be tucked
That nigga was fucked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his ass out of luck
We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow
We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars
That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' nigga, you know we gon' shoot at them stars
Them lil' bitches ours, I told him to fuck her and slut her and send her right back to the blogs
Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride)
And we thought a nigga died, but he didn't (But he died)
Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it)
Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly
(You know we slide to Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)
(Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly)
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