REP UP lyrics

[Intro]
In a dead end, n*gga, come to the field
n*gga, 'give a f*ck how many people you killed
Take me to war, boy, I got shooting skill
Guns and weed all sit in the back
sh*t getting hectic, can't dare me to lack
Get the V' ready, we grab all the racks
Gen-5 on me if a plug try to tax
You ain't did sh*t, boy, you know you gon' rat-

[Verse]
n*gga name don't hold no weight
I'm looking for TEC-9, but I got Drac'
Blacked out mask, I got African face
How many bags to get rich do it take?
How many licks just to get you some stain?
I'm with some n*ggas, really rip off your chain
Been in the wartime practicing aim
Got caught down bad, n*gga shooting behind
Check my artillery, got guns off crimes
n*gga got za', so I'm taking his pounds
Outta town, n*gga can't lack, got rounds
Still in the trap when the sun go down
Havin' munyun, you got cap, bе real
Take two pistols when I go on a stroll
Takе off his top, head shaped like a bowl
Fifty-six steppin', and you know we got pole
Pull up shootin' sh*t like LouieKnows
Freak ass Cuban tryna come out her clothes
Think sh*t Skittle, that boy get exposed
n*gga be hoes, don't let me in on the los
n*ggas be hoes, be talking in code
Come to the dead and you splat, that's on soul
Search at the door so you know I can't go
Pass me the fye, if you know you ain' gon' blow
I don't need a voucher, I know I'm on go
Zaza weed, got high tech smoke
Pass me the fye, we got folks at the door
Really, my enemies really be hoes
Made the hood hot, man, it used to be cold
Old head gave me a dub and I scored
Jumped out the V', let the glizzy unload
We really step on a young n*gga toes
Take that boy down if his V.V.'s on froze
Got the drank with me in town, lil' bro
I don't even got hunnid round no more
Slumped is how they just found lil' bro
I'm really heavy on rounds, lil' bro
They don't wanna see me in town no more
Only Glocks and Drac's equipped
Neiman Marcus where I shop my gear
n*ggas be hoes, these n*ggas be feared
Wearing big clothes, these n*ggas be weird
Glock-nine' hit his face, take off his beard
Trucks be runnin', I be f*ckin' up wheels
In a dead end, n*gga, come to the field
n*gga, 'give a f*ck how many people you killed
Take me to war, boy, I got shooting skill
Guns and weed all sit in the back
sh*t getting hectic, can't dare me to lack
Get the V' ready, we grab all the racks
Gen-5 on me if a plug try to tax
You ain't did sh*t, boy, you know you gon' rat
Cali weed touchdown, sh*t got me smacked
Boy, you a b*tch, just give me yo' gat
n*gga can't say Fast ain't shooting back