Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Re-Up , by - K-Trap. Release date: 28.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Re-Up |
| Stamping out a packet in my Louis runners, trapline still doing numbers |
| I could push it all in one or break the pack down, only winning niggas in my |
| traphouse |
| Only drilly niggas on the street corners, unruly type of guys that rebuke orders |
| 27 onions that’s 3 corners, brick looking like it crossed over 3 borders |
| Peng like the gyal I wanna jeet down, only mummy and the plug be on speed dial |
| Cooking daily but I still gotta eat out |
| Calamari or a crab salad, I could tell you 'bout the times it was just Dallas |
| But it changed when I worked hard |
| Now I put in 3 goals by the first half |
| Coming heavy right now, it’s just the first draft |
| Went and done it even though they couldn’t see it in me |
| I’m a rapper now my runner grab the re-up for me |
| Street certified, they nod when a G passes |
| Bring the gold bottles, we don’t need glasses |
| We only gonna pour it for the sake of it |
| I know the trap’s wrong, but look what I made off it |
| She didn’t wanna know and now she wanna stay a bit |
| And this ain’t for a moment cos we staying lit |
| Cocaine Yeezys on a Merc brake, Givenchy what the shirt says |
| T-shirt with a pattern cost a Z of cali |
| Drippy nigga with a flipping bally |
| I’m that guy that made a nigga wanna buy a 'rex |
| And this music got me busy so I fly it less |
| 1 week made 10 thou by text, on the phone to Rose where we flying next? |
| And it’s anyday, probably MIA |
| You gotta love life, loved ones I hug mine |
| And I appreciate the fuck ups cos you live and learn |
| Ain’t a day I go without a figure earnt |
| Cah I’m really in the streets when I shouldn’t |
| T-house jugging, with this half key of dirt |
| And everyday it hasn’t changed, new day it’s still the same |
| Kiss my sugar on the forehead and hit the curb |
| Went and done it even though they couldn’t see it in me |
| I’m a rapper now my runner grab the re-up for me |
| Street certified, they nod when a G passes |
| Bring the gold bottles, we don’t need glasses |
| We only gonna pour it for the sake of it |
| I know the trap’s wrong, but look what I made off it |
| She didn’t wanna know and now she wanna stay a bit |
| And this ain’t for a moment cos we staying lit |