Meek Mill – Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics

Meek Mill – Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics

Intro (Hate On Me) Lyrics Meek Mill

Brrr
Every time I get back in the streets, this shit get darker
Yeah, woo

Niggas can’t hate on me now
We do it all, we came to realize, they thinkin’ ’bout takin’ me down
We done put bulletproof all on our cars, I told em bring anymore rounds
I put baguettes on all of my dawgs, they fall, they makin’ a sound
I’m on a yacht with a bad thot, we got the streets in a headlock
Nigga tried to peep through the backyard, all he seen was the choppas and red dots
I got my mama a black card, yeah, I really put on for the head knock
This that 1AC, you ain’t one of them rappers
And none of your steppers can step with my steppers
This chess, not checkers
I told my dawgs “Don’t stress, don’t rush it”, I really got off
It’s seven on seven and I’m gettin’ better and better and better, my nigga, it’s never no pressure
Every time I hit up one of yo niggas with smoke, it’s never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on yo head, shit, I get the special
You know I be hangin’ wit’ Jews
Get money wit’ Russians, I’m makin’ my moves
The hood behind me, I never could lose, I’m good, I’m solid
Can’t play me like one of them dudes
You probably end up on the news
We mobbin’ and wildin’
You know we ain’t tuckin’ them jewels especially for none of you dudes
We slidin’ wit’ choppas

Rockin’ Dior, I still remember me poor, I’m tryna get more
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store
Send ’em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door
Niggas wanna die in the streets and we can’t even beef, I’ma die on the fours
And the bitch-ass rat keep talkin’ that shit like he can’t get blitzed and die on the tour
Switchin’ the lane up when I’m in that Wrangler and none of them boys can follow them boys
I got the game from the real OG’s
And It’s money over bitches, can’t die ’bout a whore
I got the game from the real OG’s
And It’s money over bitches, can’t die ’bout a whore, yeah

Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell ’em hate on me now
Got all them bitches and all of ’em leechin’, so ain’t no more weighin’ me down
Fresh out the jewelers I [?] they know I ain’t playin’ around
I just pulled up in whatever I bought, but these niggas in trouble, I’m sayin’ it now, yeah
Hate on me now, hate on me now, I tell ’em hate on me now
Got all them bitches and all of ’em leechin’, so ain’t no more weighin’ me down
Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now
We in the city, y’all tell me it’s somethin’ to say, you should say that shit now, yeah

I was out in UK ballin’ like 2K
All of my diamonds look duray
She say you only gon’ do it when we go out the country, we havin’ a three way
I was gettin’ head in the Rolls, start fuckin’ her as soon as I got on the PJ
You was tryna tuck her like PJ, I was tryna bust it and do it the free way
Yeah, I was at the bodega rockin’ Bottega
Crib like four acres and ain’t got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain’t never gon’ meet ’em
Once it’s up there, nigga, it’s stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin’ them [?]
She gon’ fuck on my dawg and all to get to the leader, I
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put the demons in Demons
Keep all my bitches in Bentleys and Beamers and I put the demons in Demons

Yow Meek
Yuh kno how di fucking ting guh man
Woy yoii
Outside

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