Gillie Da Kid - Do Dat Dere lyrics

[Verse 1:Meek Mill] I said I'm cooler than a fan fresh like it's Easter Pull up on that banshee be like Hasta la vister Heser thought that's what they all say skeezers I just f**ed her yesterday homie you can keep her Believe her, I don't do nothin I'm a ball I'm a stand up n***a I jump up everytime I fall Everytime I lost I came back like cook crack Got my hand up in the game and I ain't never look back I said I'm good, I'm hood, I wish a n***a would Try to take me for a s**er he get hit up just because Can't shake em off for nothing, they be hating but for what Cause I ain't even get a deal but When I do they be like UHH! Sick ya b**h all up on my dick Cause you a bug, you a flee and I'm a G I ain't no Crip I ain't no Blood But I don't bend no I don't budge I keep that semi by my gut A n***a tempt me fire up I let that sig blow light em up I say I ain't got that hazy You know I got that kush n***as rolling on that dirt be smokin that Reggie Bush Said they always speak my name But when they see me they never look Cause they know I keep that flamer But hold up that's another book I said them shooters on deck Goonies over there, and that ain't even counting for tooly that wear I said they b**hes, p**y, coochie over there So many clips it look like we shootin for a movie over here [Verse 2: Gillie] E.A. they don't pop, lock, and drop it Round here in North Philly They stop, co*k, and pop it Put you on your dyin bed Leave you on that lead dying Bust ya head up out that bread A n***a bet not dare try it I'm a motherf**in gangster Spank you with that banger Soak you with that toaster You n***as straight cho-cha p**y a** n***as for tha hundred I'll soak ya Leave ya wet and gushy I'm messin with some rookies My drop top ridin And my Glock co*k ridin And I'm hangin out that window and I won't stop firen Til a n***a on the ground and he twitchin I walk down on em look em in his eyes stop b**hin His mama fillin reports da boy he missin These n***as tellin lies they ain't never sold a pigeon Ain't got to go to BET to see how I'm livin Just got to North Philly And ask for that boy Gillie (They gonna tell you he's a gangster) [Verse 3: Oschino] I'm Oschino You know I got dem kilos You know I got that fish if you tryna find nemo My Glocks straight from consemos Six feet p low you get d pro If you try to burn me like that b**h Yolanda do n***as pee holes Gucci frames they shade my vision She on my dick like circumcision n***as mad at me cause they pockets flat like plasma televisions Elevate mind he probably f**ed her I ain't mad n***a that's what's up f** that b**h let's get deez bucks I bout my green in God I trust And trust I grind and coupes I drop More hot on da block Like when a cop get popped Got it jumpin hoppin scotch Why you hit n***a where da choppaz chop Standin tall as city hall Get on his CD n***a naw Weirdos I can't f** with ya'll Meek in his bag n***a I'm in da broad My young bulls clap like a applause Be on ya a** like polo draws Gettin dollaz go-go bars Why you think we go so hard Straight from da hood we don't kno no laws All we kno is cars, broads, bars Mounts o'z, hard, weed in jars Guns, vest Hustle, rest, projects k**in, shootin, lootin We a mess No rep I talk with a tec Burn it down n***a they correct Go to war with the ATF