The Re-Up

Yo
Lunar C, Lunar C
Billyboy
One Punch Willy
Yo, yo

Pass me that lighter bro
Nice one mush
Oh this shit got me fucked up
I'm feeling faded
But let me tell em tho

I been trying to get it since a youngen
Scruffy little kid, trading trainers with my cousin
I done came from the rough and shit I really came from nothing
I'm just glad I took that life and really made it into something
Cause that's shit ya never see if ya come from where I come from
Shit, I'm rather proud
No more hand me downs
I just kick back and chill while I light the ounce
I'm fucking wiling out
Calling up that bitch and then I'm driving round
Finna fuck that pussy up
Finger fuck until she bust
Hop up out that bitch then I dip and go get them numbers up
I'm out here with the gang, got like 20 up in the club with us
Ya group a bunch of busters
My crew, we a bunch of hustlers
You know we ain't gon' stop til we hop to top of this, dropping shit
Nobody's stopping it, that's the job and the hypothesis
It's obvious, I got' be hottest of all these pricks talking shit
Coming for ya neck and it be off with your oesophagus, shit

So let roll my weed and kick my feet up
Smoke another one and then I go and hit the re up
Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre
Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her
She be talking crazy, I just don't her I don't need her
I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa
Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up
Plug just hit me, said he got another re up

Got another re up, this beat just
Bangs like ya bird when you're at work
About to get a key cut
When round for a knees-up and had her knees up
In the air, you come home from work ya getting beat up
They're taking cheap shots like it's happy hour
I got em screw facing like apple sours
They think they got it on lock but they don't know a thing
Always saying they're outside cause they're never going in
I keep it blunt and specific, so you can never get ya wires crossed
Like AirPods, don't get it twisted
You'd be bigger if you did better business
So don't be looking back bitter cause u never did shit
Pisstaker, burn holes in my windbreaker
Cause all I do is burn cookies like a shit baker
These geeks change in the booth like Clark Kent
Don't try nothing with me I aren't them, Lunar

So let roll my weed and kick my feet up
Smoke another one and then I go and hit the re up
Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre
Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her
She be talking crazy, I just don't her I don't need her
I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa
Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up
Plug just hit me, said he got another re up

Come like the grim reaper, when I get on these rappy beats
I'm smashing these, fuck anybody ating me
You actually have to be fucking crackers to crack at the g
These rappers be like amputees
They're harmless, ain't a scratch on me
Ya fucked up thinking I weren't gon' pop, well ya wrong
Ya motherfuckers getting smoked like I'm popping a bong
Look, I gotta be on cause the profit is strong
Used to have short change and now my pockets is long
See I'm the type to go and what I deserve cause I earned it
And you can say what they like, but I'm nothing like these vermin
And still the fire keeps burning
In the light, still searching
So I keep writing these verses until my life seems perfect
Oi
So who gon' tell my shit
Pulled up in the screeve and you can smell the piff
Key in the car like a jealous bitch
Lunar said that shit now I'm retelling it oi

So let roll my weed and kick my feet up
Smoke talking one and then I go and hit the re up
Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre
Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her
She be acting crazy, I just don't her I don't need her
I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa
Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up
Plug just hit me, said he got another re up

Got another re up
Plug just hit me said he's got another re up
Got another re up
Got another re up
Plug just hit me said he's got another re up