Indian Bounce Songtext

von Meek Mill

Ok. I be on that money low
Ballin linke a gator when I hit you with that thunder ho.
Lightnin Burnas on my wrists.
My necklace look sunny tho

Ima kill these rappers till
They say Meek, I don't want no mo'.
I don't gotta say I'm back,
I won't ever front it tho
Rappers that be fuckin wit me, bottom line like underscore.
Everything I spit be hot,
I give them that summer flow.
All a you around, hit the stage we be down, hear me now.
Clearly pal, sicilian is flipped.

I ain't never got a temper
I got Philly on my back.
I put castle in my back,
I put gill on that track
And bring that riches to the front
And the distance to the back.
Hold up, a hundred thousand mix tapes sold,facts.
I got it from a mueler, the same place I get my tracks.
Im slammin for my city, you put chaste on that map

I take em everywere I got I keep em loaded in my strap, ok
We be makin hits,
And you be wasting time.
Cause everything we put up be like kobe from the line.
They told me I can go and if you in Ima shine
And then they calling us the green team, Kobe and Lebron.
Is that Jahil, Ima be, when I rap, MOB.
If you say you fuckin wit me what I say, NOD.
You know me, I stay fresh, I stay high

J up in the Maserati, and the gas it I say bye.
They can't even keep up,
And I aint even heat up.
Wait until I saw my dealr on my lotto and we gon sweep up.
Beat the beat up, tell em free stuff, my friend is like a reef
I like a high fine bull, and you'll start buzzin like a beeper.
I sink em, put the game up, talk layers,were my name up.
I done came up, from the same stuff,
My track is like train up.
You lame bro, watch name son?
You talk 'bout what I came from
My shit shine like a rainbow,
You put that pussy chain up.
Look what you niggas made me do,
Shit shine like baby blue.
Pink your favorite rapper,
III put me and him on pay per view.
We here buzzing paper too,
Thanks giving on ya artist
Thay say my broth crazy as my flow, just so retarded.
Im started, now ret me up, join hard, no let tin up
These cops, wanna lock me down, haters,wanna wet me up.
Prayin on my downfall,
I know you aint gon help me up

In westside do the groundwork,
Let Tim and Carter set me up
Im Gone, Nigga, I said Im gone