Re Up
Bad bitch she don't even speak no English
She's a foreigner
Hoes foreign, clothes foreign
I got a foreign cup
She just post me on the gram
Now I'm a sitting duck
All that shit they putting on
They copying from us
The work stepped on,
But they don't even care
The feds ran into the spot
But I weren't even there
I pop a Percocet
And now I'm feeling good
They don't understand me
I'm speaking money fluent
I think my lawyer working against me
He ask me 'why I do it?'
I know that nigga mad at me
His hoe fuck with my music
Popping pills and counting...
Popping pills and counting cash
Feel so therapeutic
Bitch I'm higher than a dove
When I was born
I came out with a double cup
She gave me head like a champ
Say she don't really do this stuff
Pop a Tesla pill
Bitch I feel like Elon Musk
She told her friends that I'm evil
Cause I took her down
How you ain't got no money
When there's fucking fiends around
I'm backstabbing fine shit
With my jeans down
Look like I'm gang banging
I be throwing C's up
I got my jewellery on when I re up
You gone see a trophy if I roll my sleeves up
I got my jewellery on when I re up
I got my jewellery on when I
Huh
She's a foreigner
Hoes foreign, clothes foreign
I got a foreign cup
She just post me on the gram
Now I'm a sitting duck
All that shit they putting on
They copying from us
The work stepped on,
But they don't even care
The feds ran into the spot
But I weren't even there
I pop a Percocet
And now I'm feeling good
They don't understand me
I'm speaking money fluent
I think my lawyer working against me
He ask me 'why I do it?'
I know that nigga mad at me
His hoe fuck with my music
Popping pills and counting...
Popping pills and counting cash
Feel so therapeutic
Bitch I'm higher than a dove
When I was born
I came out with a double cup
She gave me head like a champ
Say she don't really do this stuff
Pop a Tesla pill
Bitch I feel like Elon Musk
She told her friends that I'm evil
Cause I took her down
How you ain't got no money
When there's fucking fiends around
I'm backstabbing fine shit
With my jeans down
Look like I'm gang banging
I be throwing C's up
I got my jewellery on when I re up
You gone see a trophy if I roll my sleeves up
I got my jewellery on when I re up
I got my jewellery on when I
Huh
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Writer(s): Narc Olla
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