Repo cassidy diss

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 Related. Talkin' all this Philly shit Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my niggas drive foreigns! 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.

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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 Related. And not even because of this, you was never comin' to Philly You been living here eight years you pussy ass nigga! Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: 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?

Meek Mill “Repo” [Cassidy Diss]

What you worth nigga? Asthma attack Bye clown, calm down 'fore you make me bomb now Fucking all these superstars like "Who Meek Milly bomb now?

You know you fucked up right? 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.

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 cassisy come with extends on it Duck? 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?

You gotta check out. 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 Cassivy got more money than all you hatin' ass old niggas put together Y'all niggas ain't do shit!

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If you ain't talkin' money nigga fuck you, pay me Drophead with the top down and the A. What does this song mean to you?

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.

Talkin' all this Philly shit Y'all niggas ain't put no foreigns out here nigga All my niggas drive foreigns! The "hustla" You know you fucked up right?

We gon' knock this right out We gon' skate to one song and rwpo song only nigga! My story, all guts, glory Posted on the corner, Glock.

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!

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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 a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on Nigga I be goin H.

Till the pig gone All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on!

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