Quelle - Re-Up lyrics

[Verse 1] Used to get domed up by crackheads And still got my balls licked by pretty b**hes Sagging in Scottie Pippens, kid on a Gotti mission But see his downfall, your best friend snitching I'm in the kitchen with the Mac, spooning Lactose Rat b**h rubbing on her titties off the roll n***a, calm down, listen for the door I know my baby momma bet not call no more b**h talking Pampers, know she full of sh** Impossible for babies to take that many sh**s Rapping 'bout bricks, but I ain't never seen one I think I seen like three hundred bo's once f**ing with them addicts, holding automatics Dog, I ain't lying, even served a Dramatic Used to bring the lettuce, then I had to dead it Ass tried to sing every time he wanted credit [Hook] And I'm tryna make re-up, f** around, put a G up And blow a blunt with my mans See I'm just tryna make a re-up, f** around, put a G up And drink a fifth with my n***as [Verse 2] Christmas every year comes faster and faster New Year come around, claim a baby on your taxes Dog, I know connects, you middle-man taxing Three gram dimes of weed, you was rocking Chloe gla**es Did it for the Jordans for what you feel important In '02, my weed increased the dropout rate at Northern Senior b**hes skipping, get 'em weeded out And take 'em to the back room, my n***a smut 'em out Hood rat b**hes putting blunts in they mouth Smoke some weed, order Coney, time to f** and out Rock a fit for three days and go and cop a new one Rode a bike to Linwood to give away my ones Hopped up out the cab, and when I step out The first thing they say "I ain't know them came out" But n***a I ain't tripping, I'm grinding on a few bucks Really balling and I'm tryna step it up [Hook]