Meek Mill - Terrorists lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] I'm so f**ing awesome – my marbles, I lost ‘em I'm taking everything – everything but precaution Your b**hes wanna call us, and text us like Austin p**y make me hard, p**y n***as make me nauseous I've been on my feet since the day I started walking b**h, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin See coke in a drought, sell p**y at an auction Bullets got a n***a runnin' fast enough to race horses ‘Round here, you sniff these lines, you don't cross ‘em k** your a** and leave you behind, like an orphan I swear it happens all the time, very often Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin ‘Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin' I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine I'm flyer than a motherf**er, all my flights chartered Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer I'm good [Verse 2: Meek Mill] I say, I go in in my beast mode – rappin' n***as I eat those I tell a b**h take a deep breath then bend her knees like a free throw I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes In my bedroom, I'll make a movie, it's starring me with that Lee Rose I ball hard like D-rose, my stash on closet Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit Got racks on my conscious, money on my mind I've got shooters on my team, they've got bodies on their nines Look at that bad b**h right there – see that body on that dime? I ain't swimming in no hoe, you know I'm probably on that grind All these n***as hatin' on me, me – but I ain't on that time, time I be in that back, n***a, and I ain't talkin' 'bout swine I'm talkin' 62 West, they say a n***a too fresh You a rat, your homie singing, you should do a duet Shorty say she love my swag, I make that p**y too wet You n***as banned, and my hoes, and I'm like "why'd they do that? " Go! [Verse 3] Um, I don't have a conscious – all my friends are monsters They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense Like stabbing you and then watching you fight for your life like you boxing b**h, deuce-deuce – I smoke that OG k**er, Bobby Johnson I'll ollie over that b**h's head, it's Hollygrove 'til I'm f**in' dead I did a bid for that toast, so f** with me, I'll treat you like bu*tered bread But I still go hard with no regard – Earth Day? sh**, b**h, go to Mars Leave a n***a dead in the gutter I just beat him with a bloody-a** bowling ball I'm fresh as hand sanitizer – don't hate the game, just an*lyze it Two Xanax, I'm fantasizing about fat b**hes' panty sizes Took a bullet to the chest? Be a man about it Stop actin' like a little b**h, n***a Most of y'all n***as is b**h n***as I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger My hair long and my dick big My hair long and my dick big My hair long and my dick big My money long and my weed strong I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring (ding)