Meek Mill - I'm k**in' Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Dirty money new work Smell it on my new shirt Lying make these n***as feel good but truth hurt (x3) A lot of n***as do dirt, get it in return But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms Bloods dripping tissue burn Bullets rip your soul up Hollow tips f**ing up your head like a bowl cut When my n***as roll up they be like hold up But I be like f** that cause I do enough [?] Rather make them pussies bow down like a touchback I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood Dicked down ski'd up Hoes down G's up I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy Truthfully, I don't be up on that gun sh** I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young b**h You n***as on that dumb sh**, bum sh** My n***as got them birds and come and get a drumstick I am cooked crack to the [?] All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil These n***as ain't loyal Money, envy, and greed will destroy you All over a dollar sign Meek Milly I am Columbine And I'm hotter than you n***as like a thousand times [Hook: Meek Mill] I'm k**ing 'em, call a coroner Look at my pockets b**h, check out the Audemar Perfect timing, I'm shining Like a diamond, but nevermind it I'm k**ing 'em, I'm k**ing 'em I'm k**ing 'em, call a coroner (x2) [Verse 2: Red Cafe] These n***as saying [?] see me scream uh-oh I'm bout with uh-oh what the f** is up cuzo My dogs off the muzzle My president is black The Lac, mac, and everything is black I'm back for the stacks ho n***a call a coroner On the e way I got the body in the [?] My n***as is riders, we the frequent flyers Why you think the cars ain't got no mahf**ing mileage Shake down violent, serve it to them raw Like I took off the Trojan middle finger to the law Ya I'm k**ing them set it off stealing them Run up on them strapped with the goons Meek Mill and them If it pop off in the club my n***as started it Crime rate go up my stacks be a part of it I'm a rock star you can call me Sonny Bono I'm a cowboy you can call me Tony Romo [Hook] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Green light, red light Shining like a headlight Shwaty got her head right I be there every night But f** that, I be stuck in the trap like I'm a dead mice Watching for them fed lights, trying to get my bread right I'm like [?] if you know me Grey and black spur on dubs call it Ginobili You n***as like 40, can't stick me to hold me I'll k** you if you think about telling like [?] Cause all that snitching sh** we don't play that That K will spin a n***a wheel Pat Sajak Abandoned houses, where the tape at [?] stick all in his a** tell him take that I need a Maybach better yet a Phantom If you k**ing these n***as out there this the anthem I ain't a pretty n***a, I ain't handsome I'm just grimy, with a mac 90 I'm from north side but south side where you find me In the trenches where ninety percent of n***as grimy And they dirty, clips whole thirty On the block with that Yao Ming, you heard me My north n***as they'll k** you for a point They kidnap your mom and rape you sister for a joint Shot your daddy in the head All over that money they'll carry you to bed, yea [Hook]