Reup - Euro Gotit, Yella Beezy

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