Repo

We gon' knock this right out

We gon' skate to one song and one song only nigga!

Yeah! Really?

Fuckin' "Condom Style"? "Get your jig on"?

You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on

Nigga I be goin H.A.M. till the pig gone

All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!

Body Cass, put 'em in a body bag

Broke nigga, we should put you in a bodycast

Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash

I took you hater niggas 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 niggas can harm me

I came from the bottom where they never make it at

With all my jewels on they ain't never takin' that

Theres 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 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 niggas, or slide on you niggas

G550 when we glide on you niggas like

Clyde on you niggas, homicide on you nigga

I ain't never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so

Why you suckas 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 niggas is gettin faker

And I'm just gettin' richer I wake up and get my cake up!

Black Maserati, chinchillas from Papi

Ten killers 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 niggas play me?

If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me

Drophead with the top down and the A.C.

On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'

I'mma king you a pawn, lil nigga I'mma Don

The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn

And like 20 for a half lil 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 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

Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?"

Went from driving Bentleys to going half on pie pounds

You niggas need to die down, Philly nigga: my town

I heard your car got re-poed

But this is bike life boy you just got Deebo'd

Them Twitter niggas fucking with your ego

You in the field tryna turn to God like Tebow

Naw that won't work nigga, that'll get you murked nigga

All-black Ghost nigga, looking like a hearse nigga

Been a dead man, so I'mma dig you out the Earth nigga

Just to stuff your skeleton right back into the dirt nigga

What you made this year? What you worth nigga?

I dropped "Dreams & Nightmares," I made church nigga

I did "I'ma Boss," youngin' set the summer off

Man these old niggas mad at me cause they fallin' off!

Ha! Get your hate on Cass

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 killed 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 niggas coming at you dog, we gon' keep comin'

We ain't no Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin'

D.C. nigga, you P.C. nigga

While you was scared, I was eatin' chichi nigga

Talking to Tip about how we gon' beast these niggas

All I know is bang bang, like that Chief Keef nigga

Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it

Bitch 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 nigga 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 shit up

Boom, high stick up, jumping all out the pick up, woah

You know you fucked up right?

The "hustla"

You know you fucked up right?

Man I ain't doing this shit no more

With you nut ass niggas

I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year nigga

I got more money than all you

Hatin' ass old niggas put together

Y'all niggas ain't do shit!

Talkin' all this Philly shit

Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga

All my niggas drive foreigns!

My niggas don't even rap and drive

Better cars than you niggas

Coon copped that 'Rari

You don't feel sorry for these bitch ass 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 pussy ass nigga!