Re-Up
Thats why i call my thing the marathon
Cause im not gon lie and portray um
This ultimate poise like i been had it figured out
Nah i just didnt quit
That's the only distinguishing quality
If its not bout money its a waste of time
You know time is money clock ticking
Jugging ahhhh mmm
You mad i assume
See young juvie be up on the move
Got the pack rap up like a tomb
Flip the scale fishtailing shrooms
Back at it got pack on the mmm
Mute the line when you talking to mmm
Ups fedex on the ground
I speak no english gringo town
Como estas bien on the go
Mmm on the drop dont be short on the load
Check the pack make the bitch use her nose
Fentanyl got the bitch on the floor
Six oclock put the bull in the streets
Its double or nothing
The money is coming
The pockets clocking
You dead where you stand
If the pockets is shorten
We hustle for money
And kill for nothing
If the throat is trash
Bitch the pussy is nothing
And the goal is a milli
Tell i grind to a billi
I dont facetime chill siri
Plat that kc drill sht or nipsey
Am up in the night and sleep in the day
I mean sleep when am dead
She say am strange
If the money aint calling get suck where i lay
Man fuck for two hours
Then nut on her lace
Back at it at the running man tho
See i cook it
Flip it
Push push
Cook it
Flip it
Push push
Gringo pick up
Push it
Turn it
Flip it
I got the young bulls on the block
Like a stop sign
Got the south side niggas really banging west side
Here the feds watching
Blah blah blah blah
I dnt understand nothing
Blah blah blah
You up two o
Whats the story are you not happy
Are you only half happy
Whats there to happy bout
You up two o
Job not finish
Job finish
I dont think so
Look am getting money on the low
Burning fifty stacks
I got the trap gymnastic run it back
Gringo kilos hundred stacks
Pushing the line in the maybach
Overtime
We in the trap where the safe a
Close the blind
The ak forth seven ratatat
Touch down in the end zone quarter back
Fumble the pass sack
Better stay on track
Cls five fifty ben in the one way
Back to back in the mybach in the fast line
Fucking money but she stock in da curve line
I roll numbers on the floor like a dice game
Touche for them bitches talking down on me
Suck a sick dick bitch am rich
What you think homie
I got broke rich again this that richard mille
Twenty twenty four
Trauma album coming soon
Zuluu
Cause im not gon lie and portray um
This ultimate poise like i been had it figured out
Nah i just didnt quit
That's the only distinguishing quality
If its not bout money its a waste of time
You know time is money clock ticking
Jugging ahhhh mmm
You mad i assume
See young juvie be up on the move
Got the pack rap up like a tomb
Flip the scale fishtailing shrooms
Back at it got pack on the mmm
Mute the line when you talking to mmm
Ups fedex on the ground
I speak no english gringo town
Como estas bien on the go
Mmm on the drop dont be short on the load
Check the pack make the bitch use her nose
Fentanyl got the bitch on the floor
Six oclock put the bull in the streets
Its double or nothing
The money is coming
The pockets clocking
You dead where you stand
If the pockets is shorten
We hustle for money
And kill for nothing
If the throat is trash
Bitch the pussy is nothing
And the goal is a milli
Tell i grind to a billi
I dont facetime chill siri
Plat that kc drill sht or nipsey
Am up in the night and sleep in the day
I mean sleep when am dead
She say am strange
If the money aint calling get suck where i lay
Man fuck for two hours
Then nut on her lace
Back at it at the running man tho
See i cook it
Flip it
Push push
Cook it
Flip it
Push push
Gringo pick up
Push it
Turn it
Flip it
I got the young bulls on the block
Like a stop sign
Got the south side niggas really banging west side
Here the feds watching
Blah blah blah blah
I dnt understand nothing
Blah blah blah
You up two o
Whats the story are you not happy
Are you only half happy
Whats there to happy bout
You up two o
Job not finish
Job finish
I dont think so
Look am getting money on the low
Burning fifty stacks
I got the trap gymnastic run it back
Gringo kilos hundred stacks
Pushing the line in the maybach
Overtime
We in the trap where the safe a
Close the blind
The ak forth seven ratatat
Touch down in the end zone quarter back
Fumble the pass sack
Better stay on track
Cls five fifty ben in the one way
Back to back in the mybach in the fast line
Fucking money but she stock in da curve line
I roll numbers on the floor like a dice game
Touche for them bitches talking down on me
Suck a sick dick bitch am rich
What you think homie
I got broke rich again this that richard mille
Twenty twenty four
Trauma album coming soon
Zuluu
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Writer(s): Jermaine Bowen
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