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