Meek Mill - Repo (Ca**idy Diss) lyrics

f**ing condom style, get ya jig on You a clown a** n***a, put a wig on n***a i be goin ham till the pig gone all this ice around my neck, i got a fridge on Body Ca**, put him in a body bag Broke n**ga, we should put you in a body cast Real n***a, all i know is get a lot of cash I took you hatin n***as spot, that's you probably mad My story, All guts glory Posted on the corner glock .40 tucked on me 20 years on me, me and my army Feelin like none of ya'll n***as can't harm me I came from the bottom, where they never made it at With all these j**els on they ain'y never taking that It's rules to the game, I ain't never breakin that And once you give a statement, n***a you can never take it back You lame, part of the game, n***a pardon the fame I got 30 in my clip, I could park in ya frame Plus thie rollie on my wrist cost some car and some change I'm talkin bike life, bout to put a park in my name Just to ride on you n***as or, slide on you n***as In the G550, when we glide on you n***as Like Clyde on you n***as, homicide on you n***as I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you n***as So why you s**as hatin and talkin bout what im makin When i be out in Jamaica and ballin like i'm a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these n***as is gettin faker And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up Black Maserati, Chinchillas from papi All k**er beside me, all lookin Ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and brocoli rice and gravy, now it's crazy Phillipes got me All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin like i'm KD, how can n***as play me If you aint talkin money n***a, f** you pay me Drop down with top down and th A/C on, Drawn f** is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little n***a i'm a Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little n***a do the math And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that 100 grand p**y n***a, you ain't got the tabs for that You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin at Cause you ain't got half of that, they pump you up asthma attack Bye clown calm down, fo you make me bomb now f**ing all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds You n***as need to die down, Philly n***a, my town I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd Them twitter n***as f**in wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow Naw that won't work n***a, that'll get you murked n***a All black ghost n***a, lookin like a hearse n***a Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth n***a Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt n***a What you mad this year, what you worth n***a I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made church n***a I did I'm a Boss, young and set the summer off Now these old n***as mad at me cause they fallin off Get ya hate on Ca**, and we ain't talkin larceny cause they all trash And ya goons ain't ridin with ya, they all mad Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR-ABs And ya dog caught a body for ya, damn he ain't eat from it Now you mad at Swiss cus, you can't get a beat from him Once my n***as comin at you dog, they gon keep comin We ain't no Forrest Gump n***a, better keep runnin Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck n***a you lit up Cause you lookin like food, my youngins ready to get up Call you for a verse and tell you to write some sh** up Boom high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up Woah