V12 The Hitman - On Da Spot (freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh, I blow this money like you never seen it Felony flow you n***as is misdemeanor When I was broke I used to walk I had a rich demeanor Shirley said I make that p**y wet that b**h Katrina Last week I blew like 20 for the hell of it Bloodhound I find that money just from smelling it Pick your drug of choice, bet you I was selling it Addicted to that money, roll a 100 start a hell in it What! Im burning paper like im Wiz Khalif And and if you n***as can afford it I bet i'll get cheap You know the feeling when you burn a 100 in a week Turn a n***a out just like the first time when you hit a freak [Verse 2: Pill] I tell them MMG b**h or go rocks Im slick as a witch doctor Slick as a pick-it-pocketer You can call me doctor You know drop top stops You the Top on my motherf**ing beam drop A n***a in the quick seam with the tape around it You know the hate surround it When I come around it they scope and gouge it Tell them n***as go ahead, faces astounded Yeah, Im so fresh that im damn near clear Light up the blunt, please hand me a beer Understand that a Grammy is near But I can take the stress And I just hate when i put the 30 up to chest Im so off the top my brain and my hair is leaving the top of my head I'll leave a n***a dead in the bed, call him drop-dead-Fred They better call the feds till im fed I gotta' get my money n***as is smiling like this sh** is funny Im a smart a** n***a not a dummy Run with me or run from me Im bout' my motherf**ing paper Chasing after these n***as like some haters That just stole it, I just stole it Gotta' grab the ball then console them Families, after that they like "Aw man God damn he be on some real sh**" Roaches, Ferocious sh** And after that I go and get yo b**h and get my co*k s**ed And guarantee a n***a f** with me he popped up I'll leave his brain gone, I'll leave his mane gone And I will leave that n***a whole family name on a plate in the front of a suitcase That's in front of a cemetery, you won't chase me Because it's off safety Shout out to my n***a Gunplay he is on par of the gang And a part of my name spells "ruthless" I'll leave a p**y n***a toothless I come up around the B.I.G. n***as Them keep that heat n***as they real, just like me n***as, they wanna' see a real G I guarantee them motherf**ers gonna' feel me They wanna' come and see how real that Pill be And if they wanna stop me they gotta' k** me [Verse 3: Stalley] From the Jets to the Penthouse Synonymous to what my life been bout' Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence is what I send out Still in the cut doing spin outs 87 boxed up, all tinted out Living life on the edge Couple links that excite the Feds Shout to Mr. Jones It's funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads A lot of changing faces from these Potato heads Eyes Dilated when I sashay lifted, couple doobies in the ash tray Cash Clay run my mouth like a swimming champion The long bed has the pain I be dancing in They reign with pharaohs, mirror image to the gods My holy glory brings head nods The only story I been bout, is control mine with no facade The Dreaming Intuition from the streets, polititional scar Back and forth with the pimp and gang symbolist, dope boys with the bang in their trunk Semen tremblers, Milk City where im from with the O.B. emblems Streets named after Indians So wild cowboys watch where you coming in Tomahawks with a**ault rifles May Bumpin' to the next kingpin Civil with the spiritual, the city feel