Meek Mill Freestyles on Flex (2018) | Freestyle #118

[Verse 1] Walk up into Barney's and I get what I want I really hang with niggas richer than Trump, for real And the flow so cold it'll give you the mumps You niggas pussy like that time of the month, for real Rose gold everything, it feel like the Rose Bowl Niggas, they ain't fuckin' with me, they feel like my old hoes Got 'em in they feelings 'cause they bitches in a chokehold I'm like five minutes away from gettin' a boatload And light my whole city up, Porsche, it go giddy-up Real nigga, any up, them hoes know I got plenty up Like Brooklyn, we gon' ante up, used to be a penny up But now a nigga Fendi'd up, Saint Laurent, Givenchy'd up The feds just grabbed my young nigga, I know he won't give me up I look like a drug dealer, I can't put the semi up My young bitch, she super bad, she love me just like India My old ops, they super mad, we left them pouring Henny up 'Cause they homies got wacked, we bought Maybachs Came through they strip, no tint, laid back Niggas ain't no threats, no cap, they rats And when they homies got checked, they ain't never get back Fuck 'em, yeah [Verse 2] Let them niggas smoke yo' cousin, you ain't ride yet RIP on Instagram and you ain't slide yet They on they corner everyday, shit, they ain't hide yet I don't wanna hear that gangsta shit if they ain't died yet Huh, we go to war for that fettuccine Young niggas turnin' Buicks into Lamborghinis I took bitches from the projects to Santorini Got 350 on me now but I ain't wearin' Yeezys Milli on my wrist, milli on my bitch 20 milli in the bank, really on some shit I give a fuck what niggas think, they ain't on this tip I'm on a whole 'nother wave how I'm doin' this shit Mafia, everything Mafia Salmon over lobster, we don't even eat tilapia I done got bougie, more confident and cockier Since I got some money, hoes suck that dick sloppier Fuckin' on a bad bitch with a bad bitch on top of her My young chick said she want a threesome, I got proud of her She gon' fuck me good and that chick she with gon' follow her I used to [?] that lil chick but I got tired of her How you turn that Grand Prix to a Lambo? How you turn that mansion to a bando? I be callin' shots like I'm commando Get you wet, runnin' round like you was Rambo Nigga this a new level, new devil Patek look like it got two bezels, who let you Run these streets thinkin' you special? They gon' put a halo on you when them goons catch you I promise, nigga, and they gon' vomit Mentally on this Kickin' this like it's a- Problem [Verse 3] Nigga you can't kill your way to the Clearport And real nigga credit don't work at the bank Ain't 'bout no money? What the fuck is you here for? 'Cause bad bitches only respect Benny Frank, uh I never seen a nigga trap and get a hundred mill And if he did get it, he ain't got a hundred still He in the chow line cuttin' back for the double meal They gave him wild top, went to trial, he said, "fuck a deal" I want a brand new Bugatti, nigga, fuck a pill Fuck a Percocet, I'm tryin' pay my mother bills Leave my son a will, so my son could chill Take him off the block so the cops don't hunt us still Uh, I never seen a goon with 20 bodies Get a new Ferrari and cut the roof up off him If what I'm spittin' hurt yo' feelings, I am truly sorry So what I like this, I can only feed you They tried to bury us, ain't know that we was seeds We had to trap, ain't get no toys on Christmas Eve Played that corner made you rich, what we believe Kill each other, that self hate shit a disease, uh Target on yo' back, target on yo' back Feds swingin' red beams, target on yo' hat Just a nigga with a dream, target in the trap Target on yo' back, target on yo' back Cappin' on the Gram won't make you successful And lookin' in them mirrors broke, it could get stressful And I ain't tryin' to play you 'cause I know you special But all them Bow Wow challenges, hope they don't catch you All yo' real homies know you fraud and they let you Once them bad bitches get a whiff, they won't catch you Had a lot of fights, down nigga, hustle 'Cause ain't no feelin' when you get it from the muscle Niggas is trippin' actin' like it ain't a struggle When they know you got it out the mud and make 'em love you Never let these niggas trap yo' mind in a bubble The minute you get locked up, nigga gon' say, "Fuck you" Then you gon' be super sick, you gon' wanna rumble Locked up on some stupid shit [?] haunt you You gon' need a lawyer too, you too loud jeezy- [Verse 4] Meek Milly, I'm on Flex Cop, cook and collect Eating breakfast on a jet Money, power and respect Nigga we the shit New shit drop, talkin' that Championship [Verse 5] Niggas dyin' in my hood like it's normal And sellin' crack won't get you rich, hate to alarm you I spit facts 'cause I don't wanna misinform you My job is done, just don't say that I ain't warn you It ain't no sunshine out the window, we get a rush From rockin' diamonds in a Benzo, movin' like Lorenzo For them dead presidents, it was evident we would sin though Get locked behind a wall, you irrelevant, where your friends go? Pro'ly at yo' bitch do', she hungry as a hippo 'Cause she gon' fuck yo' dog for some Louis, Gucci or Kenzo So when you in the cell, reminiscin' how you was lit though And ballin' with some niggas that wouldn't send you a pic though? It was loyalty 'til it came to them lawyer fees And indictments come with football numbers for quarter keys And the feds seize all of the cribs and auto Vs And appointed lawyers ain't fightin' for you, they talkin' pleas Ain't nowhere to turn when that money burn Was a Balenciaga bandit when you got yo' turn I see them other guys mistakes and I watch and learn Dudes that they ride for? Not concerned For the love of drug money, it was lit My OG told me that'll get you rich Handcuffs shine like diamonds on the wrists Flood the Rollie for this time that we gon' get, yeah Kings killin' kings, we the KKK Load up, spray the corner, let that AK spray Young niggas dyin' in my hood every day Lock us in the chains, they say we the new slaves But this ain't a game of ball, we lettin' semis off Niggas that I went to school with wanna pick me off I told my dog I'm goin' trap to rap, he said you goin' soft I just made like 30 mil and the feds just picked him off They gave him 30 years, I swear I wish he seen the shit I saw He callin' while I'm on a jet, thinkin' that I missed his calls On purpose, ain't nobody perfect And yeah I used to trap too, I knew it wasn't worth it But I ain't tryin' to judge you, I'm just sayin' make a purchase Buy a house before you buy a watch and these bitches purses None of them hoes won't take the time to write in cursive Send you a letter and spray that paper with some perfume I knew a nigga that got a Bentley, but they murked him Them V12's get turned to hearses Uh, graveyards turn to bedrooms And ain't no space up in that casket, ain't no legroom Uh, ain't no love in this shit for real Everybody goin' to jail or they gettin' killed Get a life sentence, now you takin' Benadryl From Phillippe Chow to chow lines just to get your meals [Verse 6] Scary nigga Bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody mary nigga 'Bout to let two famous bitches share me nigga When it come to that DC, I'm like Wayne Perry nigga