[Meek Mill]
Certain shit I don´t even say
Certain shit ain´t no need to say
Yeah, big chasers, big chasers
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

[Meek Mill]
Hood nigga, choppa to the jet, shit like GTA
Fly them hoes out, send a caddy, what´s the ETA?
Fuckin´ on this oiled lightskin bitch, look like Lisa Ray
Niggas say it´s up with me, it´s stuck with me, shit, either way
Watching all you weirdos on the ´Gram, it ain´t no need to say
Who the realest in this shit? I took a stance to lead the way
I don´t want no smoke with you, I see you, you ´gon plead your case
´Cause my nigga ´gon go at you, and I´m ´gon tell him, "Blead the brakes"
Yeah, brand new F&N, it ain´t no checkin´ in
I told the promoter, "We can´t bring them drums, then we ain´t steppin´ in"

No rollin´ over, we got lawyer money, don´t do no questionin´
Magnolia soldier, we gon´ make it clap, shooters like Stephen and we Warriors
Comin´ down Collins, ´bout to fuck Story up
Wake up in Cali, bad bitch, Waldorf Astoria
Fly her to Bali, she ain´t tripping, she on the tour with us
Poppin´ that pussy, actin´ different, she doin´ more for us
Big racks, we got that bitch tweakin´, yeah
Spin back, we ´bout to get even, yeah
Niggas said it ain´t no smoke with me, you better leave it there
´Cause if I see y´all niggas be poppin´ out, I put it even there
Yeah, for real
Ooh, I turned shorty up

Sipping on that 1942, I got my .40 tucked
Oh, you got your 42, nigga, I got 40 of ´em
I rock Carties, you can´t see my eyes ´cause I be pouring up
RIP my young boy, that´s Osama, hit my shawty up
Told me never trust a stripper bitch ´cause that´s what caught him up
Every time you catch me in some shit, it caught like four and up
Caught your homie lackin´ at the light, so shit, we tore it up
Feds came and grabbed you ´bout them bricks
That´s when he brought me up
Feds came and grabbed him ´bout them bricks
That´s when he brought me up, aye

[42 Dugg]
I been riding with choppas, aces, I´m glad you brought him up

RIP my uncle, free my youngin, bitch we Audi´ed up
I heard you fucked around, I´m fuckin´ now, I like to pass shit
I had sixty outta sixty-two, I´m talking bad bitches
I talk cash shit, I like to crash shit, I´m vibin´ on fast whips
I might go Lamb truck, I´m blowing it out if I get jammed up
Them niggas ran, what? Threw his shit back if he ran up
Meek asked cuz, I make it jump then get it gone, nigga ask Bud
I got his bitch singing my songs and she half-Blood
I´m half-rapper, whole trapper, I got bad luck
Turned into Mamba when it´s drama, I don´t pass much

I post dawg and get cutty, I´ma shack somethin´
And every time we double back, my niggas whack somethin´
I ain´t been selling too much crack, bitch I got racks comin´
Tell my bitch I love her
And if you catch her cheating, nigga, tell that bitch it´s fuck her

[ 42 Dugg]
Boy and her are eating, nigga I can´t wait to up it
Bitch ass niggas
Free them boys