Meek Mill - Hardbody lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] Stop playing with these n***as get on that grimy sh** Let them know its still Meek Milly n***a Heard that [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Old money new work You can smell the crack aroma on my new shirt One shooter two hearse Did them dirty put them n***as on the news first n***as think because I'm rapping I won't slide up on them n***as with that ratchet What's happening When them windows roll down and them matics get to cracking Most of you p**y a** n***as get to ratting Consequences make them feel the drum A n***a rob me and we gon' k** his mom That's real talk get on that grimy sh** Shout out to [?] I tell him pa** it off and he gon' pa** it off And when it come to questions he won't ask at all I get you everything [?] My youngins from the northside they won't stop until your casket fall Do you really want that About that paper my n***a Oschi will be at your front step That's how a hitta get it though About that money my n***a CP be in your window And Omelly be at your b**h spot With a big Glock trying to get the big drop Plotting on you as the time goes tick tock Soon as you come get the p**y you gon' catch a headshot [Verse 2: Peedi Crakk] Aww yes f** around lay around Play around watch the waiter boy lay it down You the best say it now I don't think so Don't let the pride weigh you down you gon' sink slow Checking my fresh you should be checking bank rolls Why should I stress my check is in the bank yo [?] blowing in the wind through the window I'm really that n***a to f** without a tempo I'm in a sauna climbing a llama My baby momma trying to figure out if I'm in some drama I'm sleeping on top of the covers Locks on the shutter I'm going through she wondering why won't I f** her I'm getting [?] Candy painted the Lac black jelly bean Black hoodies and skullys wiggles in the cellophane Roll up puff and pa** it Tuck the ratchet [?] Five be in your area War be at your front door causing ma** hysteria Ring Peedi in your mother's house Second floor back room trying to check your brother out Blow [?] Chilling in your drive way peeling out pronto Skrrrr first we grip CL Straight to the condo everything DL [Verse 3: Shizz Nitty] When I get my tag on I put that mask on Still ride or die [?] drag on Used to run it in plenty grams it would add on Drake sh** best had 40 in my jet lag You just know you're rolling play your part just like a step dad Pace him with a glizzy got a shot like Travis Bess had Don't worry if that tec jam up I will run up on the groom then hit the best man up See I put that on my glizzy I'll get them all touched Them n***as come in packs then we hit them all up See my youngin had a dream with a bird in it SK shoot had the curb chipping Diesel and the syrup sipping [?] had the hood in the frenzy [?] at the shootouts good with the semi Out of town make a presence when I'm not around There's no cause they clip up and ride around My n***a Doc be at your mom crib My n***a Wiz be at your mom crib That n***a Snoop be at your mom crib Neighbors looking like what the f** did your mom did With that Parabellum nine hollows let them all go Run this sh** like Marlow Spark that man like Waldo [?]