final.round[braids] - J.Robb

Everybody know my name, Meek Milly flow is flames

Plus I got that fireman‚ puffers just called me Lil Wayne

And I got a little game‚ ho’s feel a nigga’s swag

Trying to fuck and suck me just to get they niggas mad

See me I just sit and laugh‚ you the one that wife that

You eating her and treating her, see I’m the one that pipe that

Soon as I’m finished with her, you can have her right back

If I get a piece of pie‚ my man got to slice that

Breakdown, takedown, shorty keep your mouth shut

This is what we do‚ 1−0-2, you ain’t about that

I don’t give a fuck, I’ll leave you stuck like a mousetrap

Middle of the city, tell your brother that get with me

I be stunting with the .50, caliber

They holler then I can jump out his Dickies and we be riding with them silencers

Ain’t nobody seeing me, the whole hood agree with me

I’m wiping niggas out, they like what I’m about

Every time I’m killing it, the whole hood feeling it

I got the word of mouth, right now I’m on the South

Dealing with them killing niggas, sheisty and gorilla niggas

Fuck it though we out, he talking what he about

Nigga making threats, it’s a bet

I’ll send my bloodhounds barking at his house

Them summer nights can even turn cold

In the streets of Philly where niggas don’t even get to turn old

My heart pump until it turn gold