Brrr
Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker
Yeah, woo
Niggas can't hate on me now (Hate on me)
We do it all, we changin' the laws, they thinkin' 'bout takin' me down (Yeah)
We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told 'em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin' a sound
I'm on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock
Nigga tried to peep through
the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots (Brrr)
I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain't one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs, "Don't stress, don't rush it," I really got off
It's seven on seven and I'm gettin' better and better and better, my nigga, it's never no pressure (Let's get it)
Every time I hit up
one of y'all niggas with smoke, it's never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special
You know I be hangin' wit' Jews
Get money wit' Russians, I'm makin' my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose, I'm good, I'm solid
Can't play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin' and wildin'
You know we ain't tuckin' them jewels, especially for none of you dudes
We slidin' wit' choppas
Rockin' Dior, I still remember me poor, I'm tryna get more (No cap)
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)
Send 'em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah)
Nigga gon' die in the streets so we can't even beef, I'ma die on the fours
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin' that shit like he can't get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin' the lane up when I'm in that Wrangler and none of them boys
can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG's
And it's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG's
It's money over bitches, can't die 'bout a whore, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain't playin' around
I triple-double
whenever I bubble, these niggas in trouble, I'm sayin' it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell 'em hate on me now (Hate on me)
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain't no more wearin' me down (Let's get it)
Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah)
We in the city, y'all tell me it's somethin' to say, you should say that shit now, yeah
Yeah, man
Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)
Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh
Real "El Chapo," Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)
A.K.A "Meek Killy"
I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gon' do it when we go out the country, we havin' a three way (Get it)
I was gettin' head in the Rolls, start fuckin' her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way (Do it the free way)
Yeah, I was
at the bodega, rockin' Bottega (Rockin' that Bott')
Crib like four acres and ain't got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain't never gon' meet 'em (Yeah)
Once it's up there, nigga, it's stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin' them pussies off
We gon' sip it and pour
She gettin' 'em all depleted
Know shorty don't get involved
She gon' fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put
the demons in Demons
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers, and I put them demons in Demons
Yow Meek
Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man
Woy yoii
Outside
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Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics by Meek Mill is latest English song with music also given by JJ, Cardo. Intro (Hate On Me) song lyrics are written by Meek Mill.
Intro (Hate On Me) Song Detail
| Song Name: | Intro (Hate On Me) |
| Singer: | Meek Mill |
| Composer: | JJ, Cardo |
| Lyrics by: | Meek Mill |
Brrrrr!
Every time I get back in the streets
This sh*t get darker
Yeahg, wooh
Ni*gas can’t hate on me now
We do it all, we came to realize
They thinkin bout takin me down
We done put bulletproof all on our cars
I told em bring anymore rounds
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs
They fall, they makin a sound
I am on a yacht with a bad thot
We got the streets in a headlock
Ni*ga tried to peep through the backyard
All he seen was the choppas and red dots
I got my mama a black card, yeah
I really put on for the head knock
This that 1ac, you ain’t one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs “don’t stress
Do not rush it”, I really got off
It is seven on seven and I am gettin better and better
And better, my ni*ga, it is never no pressure
Every time I hit up one of yo ni*gas with smoke
It is never
no pressure
Ni*gas is pu*sy, if I put a price on yo head
Sh*t, I get the special
You know I be hangin wit jews
Get money wit russians, I am makin my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose
I am good, I am solid
Can not play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin and wildin
You know we ain’t tuckin
Them jewels especially for none of you dudes
We slidin wit’ choppas
Rockin dior, I still remember me poor, I am
tryna get more
Welcome to philly where ni*gas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store
Send em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door
Ni*gas wanna die in the streets and we can’t even beef, I’ma die on the fours
And the bi*ch-a$$ rat keep talkin’ that sh*t like he can not get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin the lane up when I’m in that wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real og’s
And it is money
over bi*ches, can’t die bout a whore
I got the game from the real og’s
And it is money over bi*ches, can not die bout a whore, yeahh
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell em hate on me no
Got all them bi*ches and all of ’em leechin’, so ain’t no more weighin me down
Fresh out the jewelers I ..[1:35] they know I ain’t playin’ around
I just pulled up in whatever I bought, but these ni*gas in trouble, I am sayin it now, yeahh
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell ’em
hate on me now
Got all them bi*ches and all of em leechin, soo ain’t no more weighin me down
Hate on me now, hate on me now, ni*gas can hate on me now
We in the city, y’all tell me it’s somethin too say, you should say that sh*t now, yeahh
I was out in uk ballin like 2k
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gon do it when we go out the country, we havin a three way
I was gettin head in the rolls, start fu*kin her as soon as I got on the pj
You was tryna
tuck her like pj, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way
Yeahh, I was at the bodega rockin bottega
Crib like four acres and ain’t got no neighbors, yeahh
And I ain’t never gon’ meet em
Once it’s up there, ni*ga, it’s stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin them ..
She gon fu*k on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bi*ches in bentleys and beamers and I put the demons in demons
Keep all my bi*ches in bentleys and beamers and I put the
demons in demons
Yow meek
Yuh kno how di fu*king ting guhh man
Woy yoii
Outside