Letra de Super Gremlin - Meek Mill

You actin' like a lil' bitch right now, nigga

Fuck that, I ain't lettin' 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 playin' slime)

We been rather wreckin' cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)

Man, we play for keeps

What is at stakes for us? (Grind, thirst, hunger)

Kickin' 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 swingin' them switches at you and your niggas

If you ever wonder why I'm bein' distant

Know why I'm slidin', I ain't even wildin', no one here survivin' this life that we livin'

If we really rockin', then why you feel comfortable talkin' 'round opps about my business?

Yeah, I'm in that zone

Done got the ride, I check out the Track' and 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 a twenty

I told him he gotta be strong

I sent him some pictures, whenever he get 'em, I know that he probably alone

He wrote me, he told me that he livin' through me

I said, "Broski, you [?]" (Yo, bro)

It's crazy, I ain't even writin' 'cause I wanna tell him what I'm really on

Slidin', eighty rounds, Glocks, see my kids, I gotta 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 'Bach when I put up the track with the gremlins

We done got hold of the money and move like the Russians at the Kremlin

AMG go sixty-three, G-Wagon, hear the engine (Vroom)

YG Air Force fifty, bendin' corners, scrapin' fenders

Somebody tell me who fuckin' with me

And don't bring up no bitches that's fuckin' with me

No competition when niggas are with me

Don't bring up no niggas that's fuckin' with me

If you a hater, don't try to persuade me 'bout none of them niggas that's fuckin' with me

And don't speak on niggas, got money with me

All the niggas that's thuggin' with me

You don't fuck with my day ones? Fuck you, nigga

It could be what you want it to be

Got big bank, yeah, I'll crush you, nigga

That lil' money ain't nothin' to me

I ain't chasin' no ho, they be runnin' to me

I ain't payin' no hoes, they be comin' 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've been 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

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