The Last Re-Up feat. Bigga Rankin - Intro
Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga radio
From the moment we are born we begin to die
You see death is certain
And that is why I breathe life into these young niggas
Fuck what a hater gotta say
Winning feels so much better when you were born to lose
Bobby Fishscale
Talk to em
Turn my scale on that's how I start my fuckin day
Got some niggas want some hard
Got some niggas want some plate
Got some J's in the yard who can cook they own yay
Got a jug name Peewee but don't look like Longway
If your dope still wet you cooked it the wrong way
Still shout out fish and tree you know what the song say
I was posed to make a hook to this shit my own way
Write a book about me, crack gone be the first page
Just take a look at OP, look at the way I was raised
Bitch I really seen a jug smoke a rock in first grade
Bitch I really got booked just to rock a nigga stage
Bitch I really cook, cook up for the J's
I used to sleep with the junkies
Went to school with the flunkies
Used to go to sleep hungry cause we didn't have any money
Why you think my brother in fed
He tried something to get some bread
He try to do some shit to make sure his whole family fed
Then I did some shit too
Had me rocking state blues
I was in the chain gang before I hit 22
Did too many years, why I don't rap like you
Did too many years, still know the menu
Bitch we know you got Corona talking bout you got the flu
I got some coke to kill that shit
All you gotta do is take the two
I got some dope, come off a boat
Will have you sweeping off the roof
I got some dope, come off a boat
Twenty four if you want a deuce
I did some shit that they said that I couldn't do
I'm a walking lick, coke in my shoe
I'm a talking brick rocks in my tooth
Dope super fishy I got niggas spooked
When you see my done that's a hunnid band coupe
Had to show them niggas what that Fishscale money do
Out one year and I already blew
You ain't fuck with me but you talkin' bout you knew
They say Fishy I know that you was about to blow
Same motherfucker talking bout I couldn't believe I had a condo
Same motherfucker mad cause we control the dope flow
Corona got the strippers saying they don't strip no more
Stimulus make my auntie smoke up a whole O
Quarantine been a dream, my powerhouse bout broke
Quarantine selling clean, fourteen for a O
Quarantine, booty dean bring it to your front door
Quarantine them old jeans don't wear em no more
Sis think she dripping with her home girl clothes
Yea you kinda fresh but we know them ain't yours
They label me the best
They say that I'm the chose
I feel like I'm cursed, too much time on the road
Sleeping on that steel, I got steel in my soul
Cook so much steel in that stainless steel bowl
I've been chasing my dreams, I think Meek Mill know
How it feel to hit the crib and ain't no food on the stove
When you gotta serve a rock to a jug that you don't know
Like bitch 110, you only got 104
Only bet gave me low bitch we know you buy broke
Last week you had plates, this week you breaking down O's
They say fish you talk that shit, lil nigga got an old soul
Dope hump in the middle then you got an old bowl
If you got it like the pilot then you gotta old stove
If they rub it on they gums then they got an old nose
I was really on thirties when I hit it on the troll
I was going too fast, hit the curve and lost control
My wrist keep spinning like a god damn commode
Ticking time bomb, my 2015 bio
Now I'm trapping these beats, I don't trap no more
This the last re-up
My fucking trap closed
Fishy
From the moment we are born we begin to die
You see death is certain
And that is why I breathe life into these young niggas
Fuck what a hater gotta say
Winning feels so much better when you were born to lose
Bobby Fishscale
Talk to em
Turn my scale on that's how I start my fuckin day
Got some niggas want some hard
Got some niggas want some plate
Got some J's in the yard who can cook they own yay
Got a jug name Peewee but don't look like Longway
If your dope still wet you cooked it the wrong way
Still shout out fish and tree you know what the song say
I was posed to make a hook to this shit my own way
Write a book about me, crack gone be the first page
Just take a look at OP, look at the way I was raised
Bitch I really seen a jug smoke a rock in first grade
Bitch I really got booked just to rock a nigga stage
Bitch I really cook, cook up for the J's
I used to sleep with the junkies
Went to school with the flunkies
Used to go to sleep hungry cause we didn't have any money
Why you think my brother in fed
He tried something to get some bread
He try to do some shit to make sure his whole family fed
Then I did some shit too
Had me rocking state blues
I was in the chain gang before I hit 22
Did too many years, why I don't rap like you
Did too many years, still know the menu
Bitch we know you got Corona talking bout you got the flu
I got some coke to kill that shit
All you gotta do is take the two
I got some dope, come off a boat
Will have you sweeping off the roof
I got some dope, come off a boat
Twenty four if you want a deuce
I did some shit that they said that I couldn't do
I'm a walking lick, coke in my shoe
I'm a talking brick rocks in my tooth
Dope super fishy I got niggas spooked
When you see my done that's a hunnid band coupe
Had to show them niggas what that Fishscale money do
Out one year and I already blew
You ain't fuck with me but you talkin' bout you knew
They say Fishy I know that you was about to blow
Same motherfucker talking bout I couldn't believe I had a condo
Same motherfucker mad cause we control the dope flow
Corona got the strippers saying they don't strip no more
Stimulus make my auntie smoke up a whole O
Quarantine been a dream, my powerhouse bout broke
Quarantine selling clean, fourteen for a O
Quarantine, booty dean bring it to your front door
Quarantine them old jeans don't wear em no more
Sis think she dripping with her home girl clothes
Yea you kinda fresh but we know them ain't yours
They label me the best
They say that I'm the chose
I feel like I'm cursed, too much time on the road
Sleeping on that steel, I got steel in my soul
Cook so much steel in that stainless steel bowl
I've been chasing my dreams, I think Meek Mill know
How it feel to hit the crib and ain't no food on the stove
When you gotta serve a rock to a jug that you don't know
Like bitch 110, you only got 104
Only bet gave me low bitch we know you buy broke
Last week you had plates, this week you breaking down O's
They say fish you talk that shit, lil nigga got an old soul
Dope hump in the middle then you got an old bowl
If you got it like the pilot then you gotta old stove
If they rub it on they gums then they got an old nose
I was really on thirties when I hit it on the troll
I was going too fast, hit the curve and lost control
My wrist keep spinning like a god damn commode
Ticking time bomb, my 2015 bio
Now I'm trapping these beats, I don't trap no more
This the last re-up
My fucking trap closed
Fishy
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Bigga Rankin, Darryl Thomas
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