Oh Lord Meek Mill (Ft. YFN Lucci)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah, trappin' like the Carter
Yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Double MG, we gon' crush y'all
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck y'all
Niggas, they don't want war
Spent a hundred on my Patek, took them cuffs off
Totin' automatics, this the shit we get a rush for
All this rose gold look like duck sauce
In the Maybach with a young broad
Why the fuck would I give a fuck for
We don't lose sleep 'bout a fuck boy
Sendin' hits like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Rylo
If they all move, then they die slow, pronto
Mixin' that Gucci, that Louis, that Yves Saint Laurent with that new Milano
Feelin' that shit that I ride for
Pop a wheelie when we see the 5-O
Who gon' motivate niggas if I go? Namе one
At the clear port, whеre you can't come
Eatin' finger lickin' on an G5, breath stank with the A1
When it come to rappers, I don't be with niggas
I'm still mobbin' on 'em with my day ones
Lil' shawty tried to play the kid but I'm Jay Sean
Handle that rod like it's M1, talkin' hot sauce
When it pop off with my Glock off
And the Wraith here from a pop-star
Man, I'm livin' a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk out the dealership
When you killin' shit, on some winnin' shit
At the VMAs with the .30 on me
In the front row and we with the shit
Heard these fuck-niggas had the free smoke
When we run into 'em, we gon' kill and shit
Talkin' really quick, keep the strap on me like a nigga's bitch