Hot Boys Freestyle #1

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Rob me I get them gunned down Choppa style goons lurking when the sun down Haters throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown You catch them like Fitzgerald hommie when that clip spill I've seen people go upstate with wills Beat their appeal make it home then get killed Cause shit real nigga up in Philadel I wet you and leave a hole in your head like killer whale Free Willy and Meek Milly He really bout that ask a nigga vouch that Pussy nigga softer than a pillow top mattress Rappers actors like Samuel L. Jackson You throwing money, you ain't even own a crib yet You ain't even buy that Playstation for your kids yet You ain't send no money to your man doing bid yet But you making it rain you a fucking lame Y'all lames man I'm in the SRT with an ACP My sneaks ACG put out an APB I make my bars go together like the ABC I'm the club throwing dubs sipping A-C-E, spado Ain't talking Tony when we say that yayo In the kitchen we Miracle Whipping like its mayo We hit the block and hit the rock like Ay-o On the grizzy my shooters with me call them O.J. Mayo, woah!