​final.round [braids]

Lyrics

[Intro] Final round! Fight! [Verse: Meek Mill] Everybody know my name, Meek Milly flow is flames Plus I got that fireman' puffers just called me Lil Wayne And I got a little game' ho's feel a nigga's swag Trying to fuck and suck me just to get they niggas mad See me I just sit and laugh' you the one that wife that You eating her and treating her, see I'm the one that pipe that Soon as I'm finished with her, you can have her right back If I get a piece of pie' my man got to slice that Breakdown, takedown, shorty keep your mouth shut This is what we do' 1-0-2, you ain't about that I don't give a fuck, I'll leave you stuck like a mousetrap Middle of the city, tell your brother that get with me I be stunting with the .50, caliber They holler then I can jump out his Dickies and we be riding with them silencers Ain't nobody seeing me, the whole hood agree with me I'm wiping niggas out, they like what I'm about Every time I'm killing it, the whole hood feeling it I got the word of mouth, right now I'm on the South Dealing with them killing niggas, sheisty and gorilla niggas Fuck it though we out, he talking what he about Nigga making threats, it's a bet I'll send my bloodhounds barking at his house Them summer nights can even turn cold In the streets of Philly where niggas don't even get to turn old My heart pump until it turn gold