Meek Flow (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah

Look

Miss me with the small talk

Big bag business only

I don't plan to fall off

Overtime on top of overtime

I never call off

Any moves against me

Always come up short

Like they was sawed off

Yeah

I'm the one and only one

Everything I'm owed

I'm taking it by force like Obi-Wan

If you bout it

Just be bout it

Don't be shy

Come show me sumn

If you moving flagrant

I don't need to see it more than once

It's digital verse everybody and I stand on that

Where we come from ain't no tellin'

I can't stand no rats

She got me coming out my body

Might put a stamp on that

Done ran it up so many times

Look like I ransom the racks

Yeah

Fuck is niggas talking bout

I hate when niggas run they mouth

Bout shit that they know nothin bout

Seen the boi up in the spot

Had my youngins run em out

Pillow talking on my business

Be the reason that she love me now

Real shit

Been through so damn much

Can hardly feel shit

Ain't a soul on earth can say I folded

You can't feel this

Short tempered

The second I feel played with

Shit get real quick

The way I'll have my niggas lift your hood

Would think they Seal Six

Or like some hood struts

You know it's whatever

You get the point though

I ain't going for nada

You ever try that shit again

I'm popping on you like tada

They celebrating like they got us

We back at it mañana