Lyrics Reup - Euro Gotit, Yella Beezy

Reup

Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that nigga touchin' the dope
He ain’t no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I’m up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain’t no lie, I’m gon' re-up
Made a hundred K off one song, I done did so much
I made a hundred K off one phone, I ain’t talkin' clothes, off white though
I tell you no lie, I got the streets for real (Yeah, for real)
And as long as I’m out, my niggas gon' eat for real, hey
Get jugged on the move, don’t call back
Don’t like how I move, fall back
I can’t fuck with a bitch 'less she all that
Never gave her the name when she call that
Let her play with them racks, Serena
Disappear on that cat, Sabrina
I ball on these niggas, arena
Serve a nigga a pack, subpoena, yeah
Stayed down, goin' all the way
Stacked my pennies and took the harder way
Watch your move, that’s all I say
He just got out, but he call today
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that nigga touchin' the dope
He ain’t no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I’m up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain’t no lie, I’m gon' re-up
I got fishscale, hey, I move my wrist well
Don’t drop no salt up on no nigga, I’m a big player
Cuzzo callin' on my phone, they ordered six bales
Fuck on a groupie just like Lucci, tell her wish me well
Got them bricks tucked in the V12, I think I broke 'bout three scales
Used to have that bang up in my trunk, bitch, I got three twelves
Don’t like no loud bitches, told her keep it on the DL
You wanna be my bitch, then play your part, lil' ho, just be still
She say she done with me
Stop playin', bitch, come have fun with me
The streets, they honor me
Tryna fuck, you gotta come discree, ayy
When I run the streets
Lil' bitch, I keep that gun on me
Yeah, that drum on me
Every time my son with me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that nigga touchin' the dope
He ain’t no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I’m up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain’t no lie, I’m gon' re-up
Six digits put in her account
Bought her Birkin and she need a big amount
Trickin' who?
Nah, she deserve it
I get head in traffic while a nigga swervin'
Shit all cap 'til you show it
I feel like I’m the realest nigga doin' it
I’m big up, any nigga know it
Tryna keep up, nigga, don’t blow it
Got them racks and put that jet up in the hangar
Had a threesome with some model and a singer (Yeah, yeah)
She a lil' freak, he tryna marry her, I ain’t tryna change her
She gon' answer to «freak bitch,» bool, whatever I name her
You gotta stay solid, nigga, don’t you ever change up
I done shed tears thinkin' 'bout the way that I done came up
I just wanted the bag, so how I became famous?
The system tried to fail a nigga, you can’t blame us
Six bales, I got 'em for retail
I got a bad bitch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah
Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer
If that nigga touchin' the dope
He ain’t no boss, he a runner, uh
I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup
Anytime my bitch get down, tell her shop 'cause I’m up
I got one, two, three shooters with four-fives by they guts
If she done with me, Buddha, ain’t no lie, I’m gon' re-up