Meek Mill - Repo lyrics

[Intro] We gon' knock this right out We gon' skate to one song and one song only n***a! Yeah! [Verse 1] Really? f**in' "Condom Style"? "Get your jig on"? You a clown-a** n***a, put a wig on n***a I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on! Body Ca**, put 'em in a body bag Broke n***a, we should put you in a bodycast Real n***a, all I know is get a lot of cash I took you hater n***as spot that's why you prolly 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 y'all n***as can harm me I came from the bottom where they never make it at With all my j**els on they ain't never takin' that Theres 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 can park in your frame Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change We talking bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name Just to ride on you n***as, or slide on you n***as G550 when we glide on you n***as like Clyde on you n***as, homicide on you n***a I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you n***as, so Why you s**as hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'? When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker It's givers and it's takers, these n***as is gettin faker And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up! Black Maserati, chinchillas from Papi Ten k**ers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli Rice and gravy, now it's crazy cause Phillipe's got me All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z Ballin' like I'm KD, how can n***as play me? If you ain't talkin' money n***a f** you, pay me Drophead with the top down and the A.C. On, drawn, f** is y'all doin' I'mma king you a pawn, lil n***a I'mma Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn And like 20 for a half lil 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 tab for that You ain't got the stacks for that, you the one we laughin' at You ain't got half of that, they pump you up: Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now f**ing all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?" Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds You n***as need to die down, Philly n***a: my town I heard your car got re-poed But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd Them Twitter n***as f**ing with your ego You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow Naw that won't work n***a, that'll get you murked n***a All-black Ghost n***a, looking like a hearse n***a Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth n***a Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt n***a What you made this year? What you worth n***a? I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church n***a I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the summer off Man these old n***as mad at me cause they fallin' off! Ha! Get your hate on Ca** And we ain't talking larceny cause they all trash And your goons ain't riding witcha, they all mad Cause you ain't never put no food up in AR abs My dog k**ed a body for ya, damn he didn't eat from it Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him Once my n***as coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin' We ain't no Forest Gump n***a, better keep runnin' D.C. n***a, you P.C. n***a While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi n***a Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these n***as All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef n***a Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it b**h looking like it got a pair of Timbs on it Cashmere sweater, bunch of Jims on it All my guns come with extends on it Duck ? and hit up, tuck n***a you lit up Cause you looking 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, jumping all out the pick up, woah [Outro] You know you f**ed up right? The "hustla" You know you f**ed up right? Man I ain't doing this sh** no more with you nut a** n***as I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year n***a I got more money than all you hatin' a** old n***as put together Y'all n***as ain't do sh**! Talkin' all this Philly sh** Y'all n***as ain't put no foreigns out here n***a All my n***as drive foreigns! My n***as don't even rap and drive better cars than you n***as Coon copped that 'Rari , you don't feel sorry for these b**h a** rappers! You can't come to Philly no more! And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You been living here eight years you p**y a** n***a!