Meek Mill - Hot Boys Freestyle #1 lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Rob me I get them gunned down Choppa style goons lurking when the sun down Haters throwing bullets trying to get a touchdown You catch them like Fitzgerald hommie when that clip spill I've seen people go upstate with wills Beat their appeal make it home then get k**ed Cause sh** real n***a up in Philadel I wet you and leave a hole in your head like k**er whale Free Willy and Meek Milly He really bout that ask a n***a vouch that p**y n***a softer than a pillow top mattress Rappers actors like Samuel L. Jackson You throwing money, you ain't even own a crib yet You ain't even buy that Playstation for your kids yet You ain't send no money to your man doing bid yet But you making it rain you a f**ing lame Y'all lames man I'm in the SRT with an ACP My sneaks ACG put out an APB I make my bars go together like the ABC I'm the club throwing dubs sipping A-C-E, spado Ain't talking Tony when we say that yayo In the kitchen we Miracle Whipping like its mayo We hit the block and hit the rock like Ay-o On the grizzy my shooters with me call them O.J. Mayo, woah!