Meek Mill - Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics

Brrt
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 (brrt)
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 (brrt)
I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knocks
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 hear how one of y'all niggas be smokers, it's never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your head, shit, I get the special (do I get a deal?)
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 (for sure, for sure)

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 (brrt)
Sittin' 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 'Rango
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
Cut off 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 bleachers
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)
Cut off 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, yeah
Real 'El Chapo,' Meek Milly (boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)
A.K.A mi killy" (brrap)

I was out in UK, ballin' like 2K
All of my diamonds look blu-ray
She say we only gon' do it when we go out the country
We havin' a three way (let's get it)
I was gettin' head in the Rolls
Start fuckin' 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 pizzies off
We gon' zip it and park
He gettin' 'em off to Peter
Told 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

"Yo, Meek
Yuh know how di fucking ting guh man
Woy-yoi
Outside"