Re-Up lyrics

Had to throw my feelings out the back door
You know how the reapah get his sack though
Praying to the Mac if I go broke, b*tch you know I pistol pack
Let’s go get the dough

I done smoked a zip, I think I needa re-up
Riding in the Beamer, And lul shorty beat up
If you want the action, n*gga we could meet up

b*tch I’m smoke, I’m the f*cking reapah

Snatch a soul leave him f*cking leaking
Run up with some hope you gone f*cking need it
Run off wit yo hoe boy you best believe it
Rack for a show, that’s just how I see it

BB got the Beam
These racks can’t fit up in my jeans
I feel like spike lee
Baby we should shoot a scene
Dropped a rack on my momma
Only feme
That loved me when I was broke
Opps is what I smoke

Pistol packing
b*tch you know I gotta re up
n*ggas talking on the Snap
Boy you never show up
Re up : continues