Meek Mill - Repo lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill - Repo lyrics]
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 HAM 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 for 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 AC
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'
Weirdo Forest Gump nigga
Better keep runnin' dC nigga, you PC 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 ain't been here eight years
You pussy ass nigga!
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 HAM 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 for 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 AC
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'
Weirdo Forest Gump nigga
Better keep runnin' dC nigga, you PC 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 ain't been here eight years
You pussy ass nigga!