Yella Beezy - ReUp lyrics

[Intro: Euro Gotit] Yeah, sh*t I done done so much for the streets that, sh*t (Authentic or nothin') I really had to start lookin' at myself and start doin' for me, so (Ayy, yo, Ran, turn that up) [Chorus: Euro Gotit] Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that ni**a touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my b*tch 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 [Verse 1: Euro Gotit] 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 ni**as 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 fu*k with a b*tch '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 ni**as, arena Serve a ni**a 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 [Chorus: Euro Gotit] Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that ni**a touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my b*tch 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 [Verse 2: Yella Beezy] I got fishscale, hey, I move my wrist well Don't drop no salt up on no ni**a, I'm a big player Cuzzo callin' on my phone, they ordered six bales fu*k 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, b*tch, I got three twelves Don't like no loud b*tches, told her keep it on the DL You wanna be my b*tch, then play your part, lil' ho, just be still She say she done with me Stop playin', b*tch, come have fun with me The streets, they honor me Tryna fu*k, you gotta come discree, ayy When I run the streets Lil' b*tch, I keep that gun on me Yeah, that drum on me Every time my son with me, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Euro Gotit] Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that ni**a touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my b*tch 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 [Verse 3: Euro Gotit] 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 ni**a swervin' sh*t all cap 'til you show it I feel like I'm the realest ni**a doin' it I'm big up, any ni**a know it Tryna keep up, ni**a, 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 b*tch," bool, whatever I name her You gotta stay solid, ni**a, 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 ni**a, you can't blame us [Chorus: Euro Gotit] Six bales, I got 'em for retail I got a bad b*tch, I put her in a V12, yeah, yeah Stick with a drum, my boy, he a drummer If that ni**a touchin' the dope He ain't no boss, he a runner, uh I just dropped about a thousand dollars in this cup Anytime my b*tch 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