Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outro, artist - Meek Mill. Album song DC4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach
Song language: English
Outro |
Chasing after green gods |
Went from sleeping on the porch to a motherfucking California king sized |
Momma ain’t stressin' she know that its all good |
My number one goal is to get her out the hood |
Never changed, I be thuggin' hard in my section |
Me and all my dawgs protected by Smith & Wessons |
Any nigga playin' we comin' in your direction |
Let you know that we ain’t flexing, you quickly gon' get ejected |
Niggas want to kill me cause a nigga coming up Want to kill 'em but that shit might really fuck my money up Focus on my grind gotta get the stacks |
Tryna leave the streets alone but they steady calling back |
You ever seen death around the corner |
Chilling on the block and pussy niggas run up on ya |
Busting shells at you and they hotter than a sauna |
It be hard to think straight when its a lot of niggas want ya Man |
Ok I’ve been the king for this rap shit |
Stuntin' hard and never had shit |
Remember me with them nappy braids? |
When I was down on my last shit? |
Bet them niggas wasn’t mad then |
Took advantage I asked them |
For a shot at this, start laughing |
It took a year or two and I passed them |
Y’all niggas all look like haters |
You ain’t even put your dawg on paper |
Word around that you tricking on bitches |
Catch you with your chain on I’mma take it Now everybody catching these vapors |
Now everybody want and need favors |
Southside, NY in Jamaica |
Nicki on the bike throw it up, scrape it With 100 niggas 'hind me North side down in Philly where you find me Riding 'round with a 30 on my lap in a big ass phantom |
I whip the Bentley like a johnny |
Watching out for the 2−11 robbery |
Bang motherfucker for the money and the respect |
Hit 'em in the head with the stick nigga eject (shit!) |
Mo money, mo money, mo money, mo problems (shit!) |
Why you think I really went and bought more choppers (shit!) |
Mo money, mo money only bringing more robbers (shit!) |
Want to see me in a box I went Porsche Boxster |
Show me some evidence |
Never was better than nor was you relevant |
I’m too competitive |
Walk in the club, get my .357 in My level on excellent |
I cut the brick like its cards and I shuffle it You told 'em we selling it A mouse in the building, I act like an elephant |
Who the fuck just let the devil in Come to my city they treat me like president |
Ain’t got no pity for niggas that’s settling |
I had that La La and Melo, was selling them nicks for J.R. Smith |
Niggas try to kill me but they all miss |
My down fall what they all wish |
Had a lot of homies but they all switched |
Word up my nigga |
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
I caught cases never told 'em nothing |
I got all these chains and this change on me (we lit!) |
Niggas said I changed man they changed on me (fuck 'em!) |
Man it ain’t a thang got the thang on me Man I see a clearport plane on me You see me coming 'round your corner lookin' like I got a check |
Flew into your city me my niggas on the jet |
Ballin' every time I take a shot I hit the net |
And everyday niggas want the money for respect |
I ain’t trippin' I got money, clothes, car, hoes |
Shoppin' 'til the mall close |
Lord knows, I could fit a brick up in these cargos |
I don’t fuck with niggas cause they all told |
Worry 'bout another nigga money like they all hoes |
I’m just with my niggas spinning hella blocks |
Bad bitch on all my Banshee I’m like twelve o' clock |
Vroom vroom I might do a hundred block |
In the back hundred niggas deep and we like fuck the cops |
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
I caught cases never told 'em nothing |
Got all these chains and this change on me Niggas said I changed man they changed on me Man it ain’t a thang got the thang on me Man a see a clear port plane on me, slide |
What’s your grandma name |
What’s your gr-gr-grandma name, grandma name |
What’s your grandma name |
What’s my grandma name |
I see these haters looking at me like I owe them something |
You looking bad I prolly throw you something |
I see you flexing with that money and I know you frontin' |
I caught cases never told 'em nothing |