Freestyle Part 3 lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store n*gga and chop you up
You feel that n*gga, he play around we gon' kill that n*gga
How you feel little n*gga, tell em how you do the sh*t, how you kill lil n*ggas

[Verse 1: Lil' Snupe]
Meek put me in a battle, quick 10 g's
Rode in a black Bentley member I had a 10 speed
Young n*gga getting money and that's real sh*t
And this really sh*t just happen n*gga real quick
Man goddamn n*gga I know I come yet
Ya girl say "goddamn Snupe you ain't c*m yet"
And she know I run that
I got a hundred f*cking thousand views on Cosmic Kev and it ain't been a month yet
I'm doing it, n*gga came and get it I got the smoke
n*ggas jam me everywhere Lil' Snupe name up in every coast
They say man that n*gga ballin', n*gga know how I come
Yeah he from Jonesboro I don't know where the f*ck he from
But I don't even heard of that but that n*gga got the super rap
And that n*gga got that super map my n*ggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday, we gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday, then it's f*cking doomsday
We gon have to hit you and sweep yo ass, broom day
Ain't no f*cking playing around, ain't no f*cking playing around
n*gga if we ain't got that money, ain't no f*cking laying around
n*gga we be getting it, yeah I gotta go yeah
And tell em yeah I got cha yeah, yeah I got cha hoe yeah
Different city, different flight, different places, different nights
All in the studio I'm tryna f*ckin' get my life right n*gga
And make sure my circle be tight n*gga
I be getting sleepy on them f*ckin' flights n*gga
But I gotta make sure my mama got on the lights n*gga
And make that my people good for life n*gga
I know my daddy sittin' in that cell going crazy
Thinking about Lil' Snupe like his life amazing
And he don't even owe me
That's my daddy but he don't really even know me
sh*t really thowed, I grew up kinda young
I didn't go to school but I ain't grew up kinda dumb
See I learn from the streets what n*ggas rack up to beast
And n*ggas get in some beef
And a lot of n*ggas get deceased
And a lot of n*ggas be b*tches, it's thowed
A lot of n*ggas really hoes in men clothes
I seen it with my eyes
I seen n*ggas say that they gon' ride
But them be them n*ggas who don't survive
I seen n*ggas go up to the court room, tell everything
But claim in the streets that them the n*ggas that bang
But when they get out after 10 f*ckin' years
Man they try to f*ckin' hang, like a lot of sh*t done changed
You a rat before, you a rat now
If you was a mac before then you mac now
If you a pus*y then you a pus*y now n*gga
And if you a pus*y then, then you can't get down n*gga
See they say 'Snupe you grew up, you grew up without a father
But I see now that sh*t really just made you grind harder
My mama use to pray for me every night I was sitting in that cell, goin' straight to hell
Man I said I gotta get my flow
Remember sitting in my cell my mama on the phone
She sayin' "The devil got you boy"
I said "Yeah I know and I gotta let em go
Just keep praying for me and just pray that I get some hope"
And it's crazy man, I gotta get it right
15 years old I was looking at juvenile life
21, I ain't coming home for a long time
And my b*tches steady writing but that ain't a long time
After a couple months, b*tches stop writing n*gga
And a lot of n*gga start phone, I started fighting n*gga
So I got out the people said "How?"
And then all them n*ggas just started wantin' to get down
And they see my coming up now
They b*tches wanna f*ck now
Cause b*tches know what's up now
Got lean up in my cup now
Got purp up in my swisher
Got b*tches all with me
Got my whole city with me
All the b*tches getting jiggy
n*gga you better chill
n*gga this sh*t for real
I show you that you got a crib just like Uncle Phil
This sh*t right here we do it for the streets
DC we hold it down me and Meek, Louie V
Lee Mazin crazy as the f*ck
This sh*t we doing in here this sh*t amazing as the f*ck
[Verse 2: Lil' Snupe]
I gotta get it, gotta go
n*gga, I f*ck b*tches better watch ya ho
n*gga, know I got it we could hammer ass
Get Dru Major we gon' camera it
b*tch come get with it we could put you on
Your boyfriend mad, we'll put em on
n*gga, I got flow money
I done got so much of cake, I'm getting ho money
Swag on crazy, man I got the Timbs
b*tches love my swag
n*ggas wish that they was him
'Cause when I walk in that building, n*gga, I be fresh as f*ck
n*gga don't really wanna test with us
Really n*gga don't wanna flex with us
Ralph Lauren n*gga this sh*t so exclusive
b*tch stupid face with a stupid booty
b*tches love to ride me like a damn scooter
Polo Ralph Lauren and my sweater Coogi
I'mma Louisana n*gga and I never change
But I'm with my Philly n*ggas we finna run the game
n*ggas already know I do my f*cking thang
Uh, went and copped the watch and copped the f*cking chain
b*tches love a n*gga swag, yeah, I got it live
Said, f*ck that damn Jordan and went and copped the 5
b*tches be on my line all the damn time
I be lying to them b*tches like you on my f*ckin' mind
But I really be focus just on this money
All in the studio, this Sig Sauer hurtin' my stomach
And I'm steady getting a headache
But I gotta get my bread straight
And I gotta get my mind right
So I be in that limelight
sh*t, I said f*ck it, get it
n*gga wanna endorse me free Jordans I'm with it, f*ck it
n*gga I came from nothing I got the tag right
Like I'm just getting my swag right
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
And I went and bought a Jag right
And all these rappers throwin' jazz right
I know these pus*y n*ggas mad like
'Cause I live the cash life, and I'm in the mad light
Everywhere I go my n*ggas growin' racks
I been to jail, but I ain't goin' back
I had to prove myself to show 'em that
Came up myself, so I ain't owe 'em that
So f*ck what a enemy think
I'm goin' hard, I'mma monster, we drink
Shout out to Louie V, shout out to Lil' Snupe
He probably cop a four door, he probably cop a coupe
I'm on some Beanie Seagel sh*t, n*gga, 'cause I'm the truth
I got a ladder on me like I'm tryin' to climb a roof
With my army fatigues, got it all in my league
Long clip, and it's all in my sleeve
Said God, he got the ladder, so it don't even matter
sh*tin' on these n*ggas, they p*ss fillin' they badder
n*ggas talk sh*t, they ain't eatin', where your platter
I made a hundred thousand last week, it was
My n*gga Brick back home now
And I told him that it's on now
Ya'll n*ggas weak, we be smokin' strong now
We don't even roll L's, we doin' the bong now
A lot of n*ggas got murdered
For runnin' they mouth and talking sh*t that they ain't heard of
Bad b*tch with me, she got it slurpin'
She call me baby, I gotta eat it, no Gerber
Say, I got a b*tch named Tisha
She be with Keisha, and she be with Ayesha
I be on the block, said I used to smoke reefer
Now I play the block, big pump, street sweeper
K.O.D., I tell 'em hoes to sweep up
Slow [?] hoodie on, tell 'em keep up
Bit- (gibberish)
And a (gibberish)
Uh, I done bought every car
f*cked every broad, different Rollie every arm
Squad iced out, we'll turn your lights out
Summer time, new kicks, goggles on, bikes out
Banshee in the air, see the lights out
n*ggas prayin' "I hope Meek Milly wipe out"
But I'm stayin' on, n*gga, and we goin' strong
Man, Snupe off the top, and we goin' long
We do this sh*t, we move the bricks
See ya'll n*ggas is rookies, ya'll so new to this
Horseshoes, I'm true to this
You playin' 'round n*gga, [?] that sh*t