Lyrics Recoup - J. Sirus, Reason, Rauziel

Recoup

Been drinkin' Henny all day
Tell Brandon bring that good shit, whoa
Fatally attracted, ain’t no goin' back
Now I’m on that one way back to say
Uh, and I’m done with that funny, ayy
Hey matter fact, bitch where my money at?
Ooh, and you know I learned that from the backs, uh
Big bro teachin’s keepin' me in check, uh
And don’t you ask 'bout how I’m movin'
I been chillin', I been coolin'
Don’t you make me catch my second breath, ooh
And ya new shit just a throwaway, ayy
I been trippin', I need shoulder space
And I’ma flood the game until that water tear they neck
And when they sink into they depths, I bet they’d know the name (Whoa)
And don’t get sentimental
My chick is in the kitchen (Uh) cleanin' what is on the menu, whoa
No need to offend you, uh
One shot, one shot, end you, uh
Money I meant to, uh
Look what I been through, uh
I need a eighth and then I need some face, ooh
Money talk, I think you can’t relate
I sent my baby to the East side, package out of state
I tell AC to break the break and then recoup the cake, fuck it
Get blunted, pile up all my hunnids
Ain’t have my back, you frontin'
Tables turned, I’m learnin'
That bitch got no stomach
Big shit, big shit, plunge it
Thank it 'till I want it
Fuck you mean?
I done it
Run it
Make sure the check is right
I made a mess tonight
Leave 'em, I’m life
Gotta recoup, I feel like a threat tonight
These bitches is tonight
I’m havin' sex tonight
Pull off in a Coupe
Bitch I did it, no going back, I’m in this, ayy
Independent, this shit get expensive, no
Buzzin', (Wait) they recoup my budget (Whoa)
Now I’m (Whoa) somethin'
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Wait, I don’t look in the past
Foot on the gas, I got a bag
I spend it all, boomerang fast
That’s how you recoup
Wait, I just got a Benz
Came with a dime, told her get in
She want me to spin, she want me to spin
But that’s not what I do
West side (Whoa, whoa)
Them niggas owe me a check (Wait)
I gotta whip up some change, we used to be slaves
Fuck you expect?
('Spect)
I been towed up from the basement
They gotta give me respect (Yes)
You make it, considered you blessed
But when you meet it, consider you threats, wait (Wait)
But fuck it, I’m used to it
AC on it then it’s Coupe music
Fuck the budget nigga, run it up
Throw some hunnids up now the roof blowin'
We some young niggas so we act like it
Don’t play Jenga but I stack like it, wait (Wait, wait, wait)
She don’t think I’m handsome but I act like it, wait
Get blunted, pile up all my hunnids
Ain’t have my back, you frontin'
Tables turned, I’m learnin'
That bitch got no stomach
Big shit, big shit, plunge it
Thank it 'till I want it
Fuck you mean?
I done it
Run it
Make sure the check is right
I made a mess tonight
Leave 'em, I’m life
Gotta recoup, I feel like a threat tonight
These bitches is tonight
I’m havin' sex tonight
Pull off in a Coupe
Bitch I did it, no going back, I’m in this, ayy
Independent, this shit get expensive, no
Buzzin', they recoup my budget
Now I’m somethin'