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" How the fuck you hate on that And you was tryin' to get a song with 'em Now your friend, acting like Like like you don't even get along with 'em You seen us in the booth with 'em You mad just cause we cool with 'em?

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) [Verse 9: Meek Mill] You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Uh Niggas know the rules in my hood If you touch me, you get murked We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, And get ya hearse Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear, with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, nigga We ain't need no pass, nigga Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks, 'till them feds Swoop in and grab niggas Dream chasers got into something We don't ever blink, cause we trash niggas I don't know if y'all heard about What my homie do with that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and state fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'Bout that other homie, that you heard about Cause, if he heard about, that you run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time its Manhattan, when I'm in the booth, or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina, with Dominicans, going in the paint Pullin' up, screamin' "Eh, Dimelo'?

" Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pussy You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked [Verse 10: Lil Durk] (Yeah, Meek what up?

How you want it, where you want When you want it man, let's get it And I ride dolo from state to state Even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens Let's get it Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve I might give you a new trick every week 'Til this album drop, I don't know I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips, with 'em nigga! No lie, I state facts Yo, waitress, where my drink at?

With this L, you better take that, no P Diddy Run my town and I run my city Headshot, that's a red dot, make you look like a Buddhist Jaz said, "Please don't do this" This dude just so clueless Get chewed up with chopsticks, that's Rice Gum Joyride but it's not fun I don't gangbang, I don't shoot guns, I drop bars You 'bout to get [?

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