Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rep the Set , by - The Underachievers. Release date: 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 |