New Drake Diss to Meek Mill (Lyrics)

Let me drop his diss for him.

Intro
Drake, you can’t come to Philly no more. I run these streets nicca. I keep it one motherfucking hundred nicca. Keep that fake shit away from me.

Verse 1
Yeah,
My girl ain’t ever told me get my bars up
But I know she told you nicca go and make your bars yours
How you claim you great when you ain’t wrote a bar since Pac walked?
This is art class and nicca get back to the drawing board,
Someone tell this nicca he way out of his depth
Iif you fucking with Meek Milly you better watch where you step
Because I’ll bomb on a nicca man shout out my nicca flex
I heard you pay for the puzzy does Quentin Miller pay your checks?
You a fraud nicca, broad nicca, your whole life a facade nicca
Talking bout star struck didn’t Rih have you in awe of her?
I’m only being honest, Meek Milly can’t do nothing else
I’m dealing with the cards they dealt and look they dealt me a joker,
Remember in the club you threw a bottle a Chris
And ducked into the bathroom when you saw his chin get split?
You a bitch, you ain’t made for this nicca sit down
And watch your back, but that ain’t hard, your eyes so far apart
They see all round, that’s 360, Meek Milly 360, that’s worldwide
From Philly to every city, don’t ever get to thinking I don’t pillow talk with Nicki
She told me all about how you so thirsty for the kitty
How you like two fingers up the back, no hippy
The rest is dropping on Funkmaster Flex’s show on HOT97 at 7PM EST. Don’t miss it.

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