Intro (Hate On Me) by Meek Mill Lyrics

“Intro (Hate On Me)”

Meek Mill

Song : Intro (Hate On Me)

Artist : Meek Mill

Album : Expensive Pain

Genre : Rap, Hip-Hop

Release Date : October 1, 2021

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

Niggas can’t hate on me now (Hate on me)
We do it all, we changin’ the laws, they thinkin’ ’bout takin’ me down (Yeah)
We done put bulletproof all on the cars, I told ’em bring eighty more rounds (Brrr)
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 (Brrr)
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 (Let’s get it)
Every time I hit up one of y’all niggas with smoke, it’s never no pressure
Niggas is pussy, if I put a price on your 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 (No cap)
Welcome to Philly where niggas get smoked for real tryna slide to the store (Brrr)
Send ’em with the stick, ghost the minivan stoley, slide with the door (Yeah)
Nigga gon’ die in the streets so 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
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
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain’t no more wearin’ me down (Let’s get it)
Fresh out the jewelers, I jump out the bitches, they know I ain’t playin’ around
I triple-double whenever I bubble, 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 (Hate on me)
Caught all them bitches and all of them leeches, so ain’t no more wearin’ me down (Let’s get it)
Hate on me now, hate on me now, niggas can hate on me now (Yeah)
We in the city, y’all tell me it’s somethin’ to say, you should say that shit now, yeah

Yeah, man
Dem dun kno di unruly boss (Boop, boop, boop)
Represent fi bumboclaat, dreamchasers, yeh
Real “El Chapo,” Meek Milly (Boop, brr, boop, boop, boop)
A.K.A “Meek Killy”

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 (Get it)
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 (Do it the free way)
Yeah, I was at the bodega, rockin’ Bottega (Rockin’ that Bott’)
Crib like four acres and ain’t got no neighbors, yeah
And I ain’t never gon’ meet ’em (Yeah)
Once it’s up there, nigga, it’s stuck there, blow it whenever we see you
We gettin’ them pussies off
We gon’ sip it and pour
She gettin’ ’em all depleted
Know shorty don’t get involved
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 them demons in Demons

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