Dead Last Rick Ross, Meek Mill, Vory & Fabolous

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Fuck love, I don't need to give you my heart, don't bleed it
And that shit you pulled that time, we ain't gon' talk on neither
I'm super loyal, niggas cross me, I go off on people
And you wonder why I don't call on people, nah, for real

[Chorus: Vory]
Yeah, yeah
Over my dead body
Ain't just, "Fuck you," it's "Fuck everybody"
Niggas talk behind my back, I feel a way about it
It hurt me worser when I act like I don't care about it
They was talkin' to them hoes and I'm aware about it
Oh, yeah
Said my peace and I got nothin' left to say about it
Oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Vory]
Niggas talk behind my back, I'm aware about it
Act like I don't care about it
Never show my hand, what they be sayin' 'bout us
Never show the 'Gram how we be playin' 'cause I don't care about it
Chopper to the bully, when we land, that chopper near by us
Nigga be tryna stand by us, just to get they level up
He hit the baddest bitch he had in his life, was standin' next to us
I can't even blame him, he get high-key on his camera up
'Cause I been really havin' it my way, this shit for regular
She fuckin' niggas that's regular, I had to cut her off
My money ain't even regular, couldn't even fuck her raw
And she know how I'm comin', she cum every time I fuck her hard
But every time I nut, it just be somethin' I don't trust at all
Fuck niggas, they'll try treat me like the underdog
'Til I pulled up on 'em in some shit like a three-hundred ball
Act like you don't fuck with us, you know that we don't fuck with y'all
And we can stand on that 'til when our mothers pull that cover off, pussy (Yeah, yeah)