RE-UP Lyrics

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

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