Meek mill x apathy Freestyle - Saltyngget

You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, nigga We ain't need no pass, nigga Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas I don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about Cause if he heard about the truth, run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint Pullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss! You fuck around get smoked You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga You fuck around get smoked

Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Now we feelin' wavy Chillin' somewhere in the tropics with my ladies 'Bout to tell my Boi-1da We gon' need some more of that conga, 'cause I Feel him lookin' at me And my girls, we fly as can bе Drippin' in sensuality Two stepping 'til evеntually He said, he said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat (yeah) Lamborghini Urus, scraping out on the tours Mix Amiri with Dior and we used to be the poorest Now it's million dollars worth of jewelry, no insurance Flew my - 'cross the border just to pick up some new water I'm like, get what you want, pick what you want, this a black card I'm in the 'Bach, but in the front getting waxed off Rollin' the pack, smoking on Runtz, 'bout to blast off Flow so cold, need a mask on Brand new Bentayga, the brand new baguettes I'm surprised they ain't panicking yet Hundred K flight just to land on the jet We flew out just to ran through the check He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Everybody gather 'round now, let your body feel the heat Don't you worry if you can't dance, let the music move your feet It's the rhythm of the island and like sugarcane so sweet If you wanna do the conga, you've got to listen to the beat I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor I got shorty with me making plans on the jet Couple more sips on my lips and we set, baby Get what you want, pick what you want Say less, do more, get your body on the dance floor He said, "Muévete un poquito" I said, "Tráeme otro mojito" Now me and you, we got the cheat code And we got BACARDI, it's a party, everybody move ya body now Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat Come on, shake your body, baby, do that conga Know you can't control yourself any longer Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body so you don't want to war with money Paulie got the word that somebody turned informant on him Remember when he banged lil' Tony brother spin the corner on him Maybe its them young niggas, talkin' to the police Thinking about it every night, ain't been gettin' no sleep He been spinnin' 'round that same corner for the whole week Lookin' for them muthafuckers that was there with Tony brother when he let the clip roll on 'em Going crazy thinkin' 'bout who told on him Time tickin' doors 'bout to close on him Them boys on the way to see the judge for a warrant And they got his name on it, tryna put them chains on him Cold as them streets is, he tryna remain on it Even though the cops lurkin', got to keep them things on 'em Layin' low at Kee crib, only when they changed on him And she givin' info, told where to hit for Put 'em deep with Tony lil' cousins and his kin folk Paulie on some other shit, tryna get 'em sent for Them young nigga bendin' backwards for him like its limbo And they tryna kill somethin', cops tryna build somethin' Paulie ain't tryna do no time take a deal, nothin' Loadin' up his AK banana tryna peel somethin' Tryna catch a rat nigga slippin' 'fore they spill somethin' Somebody gon' die And mommas gon' cry Before Paulie doin' time Cause Paulie gon' ride Back in the field he got his 40 on him Watchin' out for tinted windows when they pull up on him He don't even trust the niggas 'round the corner from him That he grew up with, he done got into it with Investigatin' niggas if they tellin' or not And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot Live by the chopper law and respect of the Glock Hold up the phone ringin' said they rushin' the spot The only time he play that crib is when he fuckin' a thot He was fuckin' with Kee and she was fuckin' an op But he ain't never think about it, she'll fuck with the cops She told 'em everything nigga I know you thought that she'll never sing would you? Rule number one: keep them bitches from out your business Rule number two: better kill 'em you know they snitchin' It's all fun and games 'til them bitches turn to a witness And know you in the courtroom waiting to get your sentence Saw you out at Kee crib four in the morn' Parked up seat low to the floor She on the way he feel a way, this was one of his whores And since he been on the run, he been fuckin' em more Thinkin' about her if she come, open the door Take a deep breath, I know what I'm doin' Cause she gon' go to court and she gon' go to them all And he gon' to jail and she gon' go to the mall So he started walkin' while she parking Wasn't even cautious Parked up on her, had to drive her window out the darkness He was supposed to shoot her, but he started talkin' She screamin' out "I'm pregnant," now he thinkin' "Aw shit" Started second guessin', that's when them cars spin Paulie heart dropped he seen the Taurus So he took off runnin' with the hammer, tried to toss it Cops shootin' metal slugs rippin' through the car tint Bullets hit his body while he runnin' and now he fallin' Damn Paulie, bullet holes Cuffs on let him bleed Double murder, attempted murder, yes indeed If he live, life sentence never leave If he dies nobody cry for the bad guy Fronted niggas workin' they the glad guys Happy they ain't got to pay the tab guys Paulie make it through to see the trap God Drownin' in his blood on his back side They say he gon' pull through and he gettin' charged too Lawyer came to see him said he need like 80 large too Got him in the County Tony people 'hind them walls too And they say his little cousin crippin' bangin' hard too And Paulie killed his favorite little cousin back on Part 2 And he can't wait to fall through Friday they callin' yard too And Paulie on crutches took the screw up out the handles scrape that bitch 'til it got sharp too To be continued I, know, you, want me to fall But, I can't Part 4 gon' be a movie nigga, literally

My ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Hey, it's my ambition as a rider Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here Loccin', loading toasters, pussy you was not there Holding, never folding, we was on the top tier Shackled to our ankles it was like a nightmare You ever wash out your drawers on the same water you shit? Doing your push ups right on the floor where you piss? Cellies with niggas that went to war with the strip? You got to rumble from night time down to the morning and shit I'm tryna tell them Forever label me felon Clutchin' that pistol, God made me rebellious Fuck with them niggas, teach you a lesson Fingers on triggers, meet Smith and Wesson I seen pussy niggas turn on me Throw the money let it burn on 'em If I feel like he a threat I put a bird on him And my young hittas will swerve on him My ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you Momma gonna pull the plug Head big as Hey Arnold's is, full of blood Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up Bloody murder hollow tips out the clip I repent when I murder opposites Pick and roll, stop and pick I reload, spin the corner, drop the shit And we leave no evidence for residents to grieve 'bout Them sluggies hit you nigga, breathe out And keep your eyes open 'til you start to wheeze out We wipe your mothafuckin' team out My ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider