[Intro]
(Flamerz!) I'm killin' these n***as
Somebody call the fuckin' coroner!
(These n***as is dead!) It's Meek Milly, n***a
Jahlil Beats, holla at me!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I say, dirty money, new work
Smell it on my new shirt (Smell that!)
Lying make these n***as feel good but the truth hurt
A lot of n***as do dirt, get it in return
But enough of dirt doing have you sitting with the worms
Bloods dripping, tissue burn
Bullets rip your soul up
Hollow tips fucking up your head like a bowl cut
When my n***as roll up, they be like "hold up"
But I be like "fuck that" cause I do enough rap
Rubber make them pussies bow down like a touchback (Yeah!)
I ain't with the talking, tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap (Spark 'em)
Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood
Dicked down ski'd up
Hoes down, G's up (I remember!)
I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Uzi
Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy (Watch out!)
Truthfully, I don't be up on that gun shit (Nah!)
I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young bitch (Yeah!)
You n***as on that dumb shit, bum shit
My n***as got them birds and come and get a drumstick (Brrrrr)
I am cooked crack to the oils
All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil
You n***as ain't loyal
Money, envy and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign (A dollar sign)
Meek Milly, I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than you n***as like a thousand times
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar
Perfect timing, I'm shining
Like a diamond, but never mind it
I'm killin' em, I'm killin''em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner

[Verse 2: Red Cafe]
You n***as ain't thoro, see me scream "uh-oh"
I pop with the uh-oh, what the fuck is up cuzzo? (What else?)
My dogs off the muzzle (Yeah)
My president is black (Huh!)
The Lac, the MAC, and everything's black
I'm back for the stacks, ho n***a, call a coroner
On the e-way I got the body in the [?] (Hah!)
My n***as is riders (Yeah), we the frequent flyers (Yeah)
Why you think the cars ain't got no muhfuckin' mileage?
Shake down violent, serve it to them raw
Like I took off the Trojan middle finger to the law (Yeah)
Ya I'm killin' em, Set It Off stealin' em
Run up on em strapped with the goons Meek Millin' em
If it pop off in the club, my n***as started it
Crime rate go up, my stacks be a part of it
I'm a rockstar, you can call me Sonny Bono
I'm a cowboy, you can call me Tony Romo, argh!
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar
Perfect timing, I'm shining
Like a diamond, but never mind it
I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Uh, green light, red light
Shining like a headlight (Shining!)
Shwaty got her head right
I be there every night (Yessir!)
But fuck that, I be stuck in the trap like I'm a dead mice
Watching for them fed lights, trying to get my bread right (Argh!)
Yeah, I'm like Stroehmann if you know me (Stroehmann)
Grey and black spur on dubs call it Ginobili (Ha-ha)
You n***as like 40, can't stick me to hold me
I'll kill you if you think about telling like Boldy (Murder)
Cause all that snitching shit, we don't play that (We don't play that!)
That K will spin a n***a wheel, Pat Sajak (Ha!)
Abandoned houses (Houses), where the tape at? (Where the tape at?)
Pool stick all in his ass, tell him, "Take that" (Love it!)
I need a Maybach, better yet a Phantom
If you killin' these n***as out there, this the anthem (This the anthem!)
I ain't a pretty n***a (Naw), I ain't handsome (Naw!)
I'm just grimy, with a MAC-90 (Brrrat!)
I'm from North Side but South Side where you find me (Yeah!)
In the trenches where ninety percent of n***as grimy (Grimy!)
And they dirty, clips whole thirty
On the block with that Yao Ming, you heard me
My north n***as, they'll kill you for a point (A point)
They kidnap your mom and rape your sister for a joint (Rape her)
Shot your daddy in the head
All over that money they'll carry you to bed
Yeah... he-he
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
Look at my pockets bitch, check out the Audemar
Perfect timing, I'm shining
Like a diamond, but never mind it
I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner
I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em
I'm killin' em, call a coroner