I’m Killin’ Em Meek Mill (Ft. Red Cafe)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these niggas feel good but truth hurt
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these niggas feel good but truth hurt
Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these niggas feel good but truth hurt
A lot of niggas do dirt, get it in return
But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms
Bloods dripping tissue burn
Bullets rip your soul up
Hollow tips fucking up your head like a bowl cut
When my niggas roll up they be like hold up
But I be like fuck that cause I do enough rap
Rather make them pussies bow down like a touchback
I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap
Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood
Dicked down ski'd up
Hoes down G's up
I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie
Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy
Truthfully, I don't be up on that gun shit
I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young bitch
You niggas on that dumb shit, bum shit
My niggas got them birds and come and get a drumstick
I am cooked crack to the oiles
All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil
These niggas ain't loyal
Money, envy, and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign
Meek Milly I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than you niggas like a thousand times