Trap Vibes-Meek Mill

[00:01.24]Turn me up some Cruz [00:05.17]I told Barcelini if them n!ggas hating they gon suffer [00:09.20]I’m going up a hundred every day [00:11.44]You know how I play! [00:14.39]Skinny n!gga in the Benz trvck [00:15.98]Swinging through like a nunchvck [00:17.63]Summertime bring them 30s out [00:18.91]Tell Cool put the sticks up [00:20.72]Wait, hold up, hold up [00:22.77]How can n!ggas go against us? [00:24.33]Cold pvssies wouldn’t even shoot us [00:25.98]See us roll on em like a lint brush [00:27.62]Phil moving out them bandos [00:28.95]We ain’t leaving ’til the brick’s done [00:30.82]Couple hundred, we gon vac seal em [00:32.52]Just to ride with it like a Brinks trvck [00:34.50]Wait, wait, Louboutins and the wrist bust [00:37.56]B!tch you claiming I done been fvck [00:39.04]You ain’t even gotta trip, bruh [00:41.08]In the trenches in the Maybach [00:42.73]Fvck I even got the tint for? [00:44.37]I’m the only n!gga got one [00:46.08]Who the fvck I gotta hide from? [00:47.68]Barcelini riding shotgun [00:49.34]Shooters with him, never mind n!gga [00:50.98]Young n!ggas on Sigel Street [00:52.69]Word to Mack, they’ll rock something [00:54.63]Wait, wait! [00:55.96]North side of Philly my side of town [00:57.07]Bulletproof whip when I ride around [00:59.39]N!ggas talk **** when I’m not around [01:00.99]Wouldn’t tell you that we run the city [01:02.34]But we moving, gotta say we jogging now [01:05.15]Hit the city and we running down [01:06.93]Ain’t no running now, n!ggas out of bounds [01:08.04]Plug this, plug that [01:09.65]N!ggas rapping, they ain’t never sold nothing [01:11.07]Hold this hold that [01:12.60]I ain’t letting these n!ggas hold nothing [01:14.23]Summertime, n!ggas copping foreign whips [01:16.46]You can tell the load coming [01:17.80]Put my name on the flyer [01:19.04]All the trappers, all the bad hoes coming [01:20.32]N!ggas ****riding other n!ggas, that’s a trend now [01:22.68]I’m still rocking with the same Chasers I’ve been round [01:27.57]Got so much work out we might slim down [01:30.90]I’m so popping all my haters turn friends now [01:34.72]Diamonds dancing like Mike Jackson [01:36.23]**** shining like Mike’s jacket [01:37.72]Moonwalking in a Rolls Royce [01:39.44]Through the rearview, see my life backwards [01:41.04]Percocets, popped two 10s on a 20, n!gga now I ain’t active [01:42.73]So wavy, n!gga I ain’t rapping [01:46.27]Can’t tell me that I ain’t swagging, no way [01:51.03]This summer right here, n!gga [01:53.85]We going up [01:57.45]Litted, it’s litted [01:59.75]Philly! [02:02.23]I’m with broads in Atlanta [02:02.79]Bunch of drugs and the Fanta [02:04.33]Bunch of guns in the Phantom [02:05.79]Spending money like a scammer [02:07.46]My young n!ggas in the k!tchen whipping [02:08.85]Whipping, living large at the hammer [02:10.23]Dvcking law and the scammers [02:12.10]Free my dawgs out the slammer [02:13.33]Black car, panther [02:14.09]Shorty call, never answer [02:16.40]Twenty foreigns in the mansion [02:18.20]Diamonds on me and they dancing [02:19.74]I don’t really understand rappers [02:21.38]N!ggas jumping on bandwagons [02:23.14]All these bands got my pants sagging [02:24.63]Six threes on the Benz wagon [02:26.40]62s on the Maybach [02:27.98]B!tch I’m coming for the payback [02:29.72]62s in the pot, n!gga [02:31.25]Tryna whip it up and bring it way back [02:34.15]You in the club and spending your cop money [02:37.34]All on the Gram acting like that you got money [02:40.88]We looking at you like you need to stop money [02:44.06]You killing yourself with that lil half a block money [02:46.52]I got that go to the mall and get what I want paper [02:49.51]You the type hoping I fall, that’s what you want, hater [02:52.84]Member back when I was broke? I only had one hater [02:55.97]These svckers gon hate you no matter you broke or you own paper [02:59.46]Hundred bands, added up [03:01.35]We getting money, they mad at us [03:02.91]At the jeweler buying more Rollies [03:04.51]I don’t think these n!ggas man enough [03:06.08]Fvck them n!ggas, **** we stunting on em [03:07.64]N!ggas, they ain’t got nothing on us [03:09.26]N!ggas that we never fvck with [03:10.74]Run and telling people that we fronted on em [03:12.85]N!gga made me put a hundred on you [03:14.35]Do you dirty, put the drummer on you [03:15.86]Shots never stopping, pop, pop, pop, pop [03:18.31]We’ll run up on you [03:19.48]Dead bodies, homicide [03:20.76]Head shot, mama cry [03:22.37]Cops looking, got an alibi [03:24.15]Lawyer money, n!gga, buying time [03:25.69]Hold! They hit my n!gga Chino in his head [03:29.11]Hold! Took him to (?) my n!gga ain’t dead [03:32.22]No! Ball in Miami on Sunday, we did [03:35.58]Ho! Blowing the racks, we at Vanity Grand [03:38.91]All black Panamera [03:40.48]White b!tch named Samantha [03:42.20]White and black, she a panda [03:43.95]White and black, she a panda [03:46.32]Whipping the, rock with the [03:55.63]I should have just run with the rest [03:57.20]Fvck Mixtapes