Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rep the Set, artist - The Underachievers.
Date of issue: 15.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rep the Set |
Rep the set, for claiming neutral |
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted |
Niggas act up, shoot a movie |
Make 'em backup, with the uzi |
No contractor, get excluded |
We let loose on all intruders |
Find my peace from smoking Buddha |
Turn my dreams into my future ay |
I get racks all day, I smoke packs all day |
I’m the great, call me Cassius Clay |
Sting you with that Ray okay, let’s go |
Highly medicated dro |
In my lungs that’s all I blow |
Your girl know me as the Pope |
She speak in tongues I bless her soul |
Soon as I hit it, I quit it, I’m ghost |
Ain’t got no time to be checking these hoes |
Finish the pack, hit the block, where the dope |
And the shit get to high, but it ain’t for the low |
From the beginning, we seen it, no need to be hidden, just stick to |
motherfucking code |
Breaking the system like I was Neo |
But no I ain’t the one that be liking the smoke |
Got some shooters here with me, they strapped with the pole |
And them clips make you dance when i tell em to blow |
Told my momma don’t panic I’m king in the throne |
Had to go in on my own |
Reppin' the trey 'til I’m gone |
Rep the set, for claiming neutral |
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted |
Niggas act up, shoot a movie |
Make 'em backup, with the uzi |
No contractor, get excluded |
We let loose on all intruders |
Find my peace from smoking Buddha |
Turn my dreams into my future ay |
Godly living, but the son of Satan |
I don’t run from fire, learning to embrace it |
There’s a beast living, and he can’t contain it |
I’m like Naruto a nine-tail in my making |
I just sniff and blow by the kilo |
I mix the henny with the Clicquot |
Shorty on her knees like a cathedral |
Trying to send a prayer with a neck |
I got the best, sippin' gelato the meds |
I twist it and burn up the bandz |
Hop out and flex |
Bitch that I’m grippin' a ten |
I’m mixin' and sippin' the tech |
I blow the finest crops |
Rubber band round my knot’s |
It’s thicker then all you got |
I call the shots |
Duckin' from all the cops |
These niggas be calling drops |
Niggas shootin with no aim |
Hittin anybody standin what we sprayin |
I back a nigga' mother down for the safe |
I pack a nigga out, he thinkin' we playin' |
Shorty fucked me in the Range Rove |
Told me thank you it was like her main goal |
Niggas moving when I say so |
And I’d do the same for my main bros |
Rep the set, for claiming neutral |
Twist my fingers, like I’m muted |
Niggas act up, shoot a movie |
Make 'em backup, with the uzi |
No contractor, get excluded |
We let loose on all intruders |
Find my peace from smoking Buddha |
Turn my dreams into my future ay |