Repo (Cassidy Diss) Lyrics

Fucking condom style, get ya jig on You a clown ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga i be goin ham till the pig gone all this ice around my neck, i got a fridge on
Body Cass, put him in a body bag Broke niggga, we should put you in a body cast Real nigga, all i know is get a lot of cash I took you hatin niggas 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 niggas can't harm me
I came from the bottom, where they never made it at With all these jewels 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, nigga you can never take it back
You lame, part of the game, nigga 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 niggas or, slide on you niggas In the G550, when we glide on you niggas Like Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you niggas I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas
So why you suckas 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 niggas is gettin faker And I'm just gettin richer, i wake up to get my cake up
Black Maserati, Chinchillas from papi All killer 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 niggas play me [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/repo-cassidy-diss-lyrics-meek-mill.html ] If you aint talkin money nigga, fuck you pay me Drop down with top down and th A/C on, Drawn
Fuck is ya'll doin, i'm a king you a pawn, little nigga i'm a Don The coke price high, it cost 40 for a john, and like 20 for a half, little nigga do the math
And you talkin bout a battle rap, how you gon handle that 100 grand pussy nigga, 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 Fucking all these superstars like, who Meek MIlly bomb now Went from drivin Bentley's to goin half a pie pounds You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga, my town
I heard ya car got repoed, and this bike's life boy you just got D'bo'd Them twitter niggas fuckin wit ya ego, you in the field tryin to turn to god like Tebow
Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga All black ghost nigga, lookin like a hearse nigga Been a dead man, so i'ma dig you out the Earth nigga Just to stuff yo skeleton right back in the dirt nigga
What you mad this year, what you worth nigga I dropped Dreams and Nightmare, i made church nigga I did I'm a Boss, young and set the summer off Now these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin off
Get ya hate on Cass, 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 niggas comin at you dog, they gon keep comin We ain't no Forrest Gump nigga, better keep runnin
Duck, tuck and hit up, stuck nigga 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 shit up Boom high stick up, rollin all out the pick-up Woah