Re-Up Flow

Let's go

Aye
Before I get down to my last, Imma take what's left
And I'm re-ing it up
Put the pot on the stove
And Im heatin' it up
Step foot on the block and I'm beatin' it up
NoSice
Every time I cook up that drop, Give that shit to the fiends
They be eatin' it up
And these niggas be hatin'
I'm like you competing for what
If this shit was a race
Why you ain't keepin' up
Why the fuck is you all the way back there
I used to be broke but I ain't goin' back there
I wanted some Air Force Ones
But my mom got the black pair
And all of my friends had the white ones
I'm thinkin' that's not fair
Now I can go buy me a Moncler
I got this shit out the mud
And you niggas was not there
If it ain't bout a bag
Get the fuck out of my ear
I had to go ball on these niggas
Like I'm losin' my hair

I been ballin' on niggas
Like I'm in the league
Check the score
I'm the one in the lead
I done ran this shit up
Off the drop and the weed
They know I been havin' that work like Indeed
Shawty think I'm finna buy her some weave
Bitch you goin' have to get on your knees
I don't pay for no pussy
I pay for them p's
Bitch I got that dog shit on me
I'm covered in fleas
Aye
I can show you how to run up a sack
But you gotta stay down
Don't be chasin' that pack
And don't you go blow all your money in Saks
Don't be competing with niggas who havin' this shit
That's how most of these niggas get trapped
Cause half of these niggas you think really havin' ain't havin'
Man these niggas be CAP
Aye, NoSice
Bitch I'm really the man when I walk on my block
They treat me like the president, but no, I'm not Barack
Before you open that door in the spot, better knock
Cause bitch you might get introduced to a Glock
Aye hold that's my clucker right there, tryin' and buy 'em a rock
I'm boutta to bust me a play
Let me see what's in stock
Everything on the one
Bitch I got it on lock
NoSice

Before I get down to my last, Imma take what's left
And I'm re-ing it up
Put the pot on the stove
And Im heatin' it up
Step foot on the block
And I'm beatin' it up
NoSice
Every time I cook up that drop, Give that shit to the fiends
They be eatin' it up
And these niggas be hatin'
I'm like you competing for what
If this shit was a race
Why you ain't keepin' up
Why the fuck is you all the way back there
I used to be broke but I ain't goin' back there
I wanted some Air Force Ones
But my mom got the black pair
And all of my friends had the white ones
I'm thinkin' that's not fair
Now I can go buy me a Moncler
I got this shit out the mud
And you niggas was not there
If it ain't bout a bag
Get the fuck out of my ear
I had to go ball on these niggas
Like I'm losin' my hair



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Writer(s): Anthony Jones
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