I'm Killin' Em

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Dirty money new work Smell it on my new shirt Lying make these niggas feel good but truth hurt (x3) 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 [?] 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 [?] 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 [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm killing 'em, call a coroner Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar Perfect timing, I'm shining Like a diamond, but nevermind it I'm killing 'em, I'm killing 'em I'm killing 'em, call a coroner (x2) [Verse 2: Red Cafe] These niggas saying [?] see me scream uh-oh I'm bout with uh-oh what the fuck is up cuzo My dogs off the muzzle My president is black The Lac, mac, and everything is black I'm back for the stacks ho nigga call a coroner On the e way I got the body in the [?] My niggas is riders, we the frequent flyers Why you think the cars ain't got no mahfucking mileage Shake down violent, serve it to them raw Like I took off the Trojan middle finger to the law Ya I'm killing them set it off stealing them Run up on them strapped with the goons Meek Mill and them If it pop off in the club my niggas started it Crime rate go up my stacks be a part of it I'm a rock star you can call me Sonny Bono I'm a cowboy you can call me Tony Romo [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Green light, red light Shining like a headlight Shwaty got her head right I be there every night But fuck that, I be stuck in the trap like I'm a dead mice Watching for them fed lights, trying to get my bread right I'm like [?] if you know me Grey and black spur on dubs call it Ginobili You niggas like 40, can't stick me to hold me I'll kill you if you think about telling like [?] Cause all that snitching shit we don't play that That K will spin a nigga wheel Pat Sajak Abandoned houses, where the tape at [?] stick all in his ass tell him take that I need a Maybach better yet a Phantom If you killing these niggas out there this the anthem I ain't a pretty nigga, I ain't handsome I'm just grimy, with a mac 90 I'm from north side but south side where you find me In the trenches where ninety percent of niggas grimy And they dirty, clips whole thirty On the block with that Yao Ming, you heard me My north niggas they'll kill you for a point They kidnap your mom and rape you sister for a joint Shot your daddy in the head All over that money they'll carry you to bed, yea [Hook]