Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reup , by - Euro GotitRelease date: 31.12.2019
Song language: English
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 |