N&H - 40 On My Hip lyrics

[Hook: Meek Mill] 40 On my hip (8X) Get hit with all of that, they be like dat's a flamer (4X) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Go 'head n***a, get hit with all of that They call that ambulance, see your body, den call 'em back Like call the coroner, that n***a dead Don't even bring a stretcher for him, bring a bed They ain't even touch his body I paint the pavement wit your blood, blue purple, burgundy red The n***a's talkin' reckless, they scared All 'em south gangsta's, they cowards, and call the fed's How ya'll n***as gonna go against me, the whole north-side know that I'm G Respect that, and I'mma rep that 'til I D-I-E To get a pa**, you gon' need a ID, to come through p**y n***a lookin' sideways like he don't like me 'bout to get aired to the max, like Nike n***a shootin' from a block away, and don't incite me If they wasn't through me, jus' tell 'em come walk up to me [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: NH] I put a little in to make more OT moving circle like connect four I'm really in the mix been around vets Out Pittsburgh k**ing them 40 right in the jects Now Bucky got them P's for the low They cost 11 5 take a dollar if its slow I never been a fraud do no fronting for a ho And when that beef occur all my n***as know is go I been around a while some n***as will say I'm good I charge you for a verse don't tell me I'm Hollywood, I'm good I tell the truth I make n***as rewind it back I ain't change the back block where I be at I make a trap I be right back no time to slack Connect dealing with more squares than tiny [?] Know how the 40 clap, sound like a mini mac I bet it spin him back, get hit all of that [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Nitty] Get hit with all of that they be like that's a flamer Hit you with that 40 make you do the Macarena And my watch it be on bling bling Watch me do my thing thing Me and Meek together that's something like a dream team I just pull up in that cream thing Clean thing, I be on my fresh up on the scene thing Sevens on my a** and my feet the [?] thing And I got that 40 I ain't talking 'bout no [?] Ching ching, all I got is money on my mind Bing bing, I got hollow claps up in my nine Its the same thing, I be on my grizzy on my grind And I throw them shots until my biscuit on recline See my boys about that gun work Just to send a message f** around and k** your son first I am the definition of danger Get hit with all of that they be like that's a flamer [Hook: Meek Mill]