Come Up Show Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I'm yelling free my n*gga TIP
Brought him from Atlanta to Philly, Mike Vick
Fighting charges lawyers say that they might stick
I was praying to God, man don't do me like this
The girls f*cking n*ggas with the bricks
Now they popping me I laugh dirty b*tch

Dirty money new work
Smell it on my new shirt
Lying make these suckas feel good but truth hurt
A lot of n*ggas 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 f*cking up your head like a bowl cut
When my hommies roll up they be like hold up
But I be like f*ck that cause I do enough rap
I ain't with the talking tell 'em spark 'em like a blunt wrap
Rather make these suckas bow down like a blunt
Twist them like a Backwood, black laid black hood
di*ked down ski'd up
Hoes down G's up
I couldn't get no Gucci, but I could get an Oozie
Spray up your hood and hit your neighbors just for being nosy
Truthfully, I don't be all on that gun sh*t
I be on some Puerto Rico chilling with a young chick
You n*ggas on that dumb sh*t
My n*ggas got them birds and come and get a drumstick
I am cooked crack to the [?]
All this rapping got me shining like aluminum foil
Your n*ggas ain't loyal
Money, envy, and greed will destroy you
All over a dollar sign
Meek Milly I am Columbine
And I'm hotter than these suckers like a thousand times