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Meek Mill

Super Gremlin

 

Super Gremlin

(album: Flamerz 5 - 2022)


You acting like a lil' bitch right now, nigga
Fuck that, I ain't letting that's hit ride
We gon' go and smoke all these motherfuckers
I don't care who the fuck out there
Goddamn it, is you down, nigga?
Man, both of y'all shut the fuck up
Well, we could be superstars (We could've been superstars but niggas be playing [?])
We been rather wrecking cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
Man, we play for keeps
What is at stakes for us? (Grind, thirst, hunger)
Kicking off power mirrors
Say you my nigga, you say you my hitter, but I don't remember you deep in the trenches (Yeah, we could be superstars)
I'm swinging them switches at you and your niggas
If you ever wonder why I'm being distant
Know why I'm sliding, I ain't even wilding, [?] surviving this life that we living
If we really rocking, then why you feel comfortable talking 'round opps about my business

Yeah, I'm in that zone
[?] they can't even follow me home (Skrrt)
I'm really from Philly, I know all the killers, I call 'em, then I'ma be wrong
My youngin a soldier, they gave him like twenty
I told him he got to be strong
I send him some pictures, whenever he get 'em, I know that he probably alone
He wrote me, he told me that he living through me
I said, "Broski, you [?]"
It's crazy, I ain't even writing 'cause I don't want to tell him what I'm really on
Sliding, eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I got to get home
I seen lames turn superstars
And that Gram cut off, and ya mans cut off
'Cause you went too hard, and yeah, I went too hard
He back broke, he tryna hitch ya yard
You a type nigga try to get ya dawg headshot, don't even tell 'em what ya charge
Red dot, I ain't really tryna miss at all
This love won't really take risks at all
Nah, I was in back of the back when I put up the [?] with the gremlins
We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the [?]
AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (Vroom)
YG Air Force fifty, bending corners, scraping fenders
Somebody tell me who fucking with me
And don't bring out no bitches that's fucking with me
No competition when niggas are with me
Don't bring out no niggas that's fucking with me
If you a hater don't try to persuade me 'bout none of them niggas that's fucking with me
And don't speak on niggas, got money on me
All the niggas that's thugging with me
You don't fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga
You could be what you wanted to be
Got big bands, and I'll crush you, nigga
That lil' money ain't nothing to me
I ain't chasing no ho, they be running to me
I ain't paying no hoes, they be coming to me
If I keep it a thousand, I'll be in the islands
You run in my hitters before you could run into me

Yeah, we could be superstars (I don't trust him)
If he spin again, better shoot his car (Better dust him)
Now, it's not safe for you (Why?)
My youngin put a switch on this Glick

Yeah

done

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