Meek Mill - Come Up Show Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] I'm yelling free my n***a TIP Brought him from Atlanta to Philly, Mike Vick Fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick I was praying to God, man don't do me like this The girls f**ing n***as with the bricks Now they popping me I laugh dirty b**h Dirty money new work Smell it on my new shirt Lying make these s**as feel good but truth hurt A lot of n***as do dirt, get it in return But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms Bloods dripping tissue burn Bullets rip your soul up Hollow tips f**ing up your head like a bowl cut When my hommies roll up they be like hold up But I be like f** that cause I do enough rap I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap Rather make these s**as bow down like a blunt Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood Dicked down ski'd up Hoes down G's up I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy Truthfully, I don't be all on that gun sh** I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young chick You n***as on that dumb sh** My n***as got them birds and come and get a drumstick I am cooked crack to the [?] All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil Your n***as ain't loyal Money, envy, and greed will destroy you All over a dollar sign Meek Milly I am Columbine And I'm hotter than these s**ers like a thousand times