Re-Up

[Verse 1] Used to get domed up by crackheads And still got my balls licked by pretty bitches 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 bitch rubbing on her titties off the roll Nigga, calm down, listen for the door I know my baby momma bet not call no more Bitch talking Pampers, know she full of shit Impossible for babies to take that many shits Rapping 'bout bricks, but I ain't never seen one I think I seen like three hundred bo's once Fucking 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, fuck around, put a G up And blow a blunt with my mans See I'm just tryna make a re-up, fuck around, put a G up And drink a fifth with my niggas [Verse 2] Christmas every year comes faster and faster New Year's come, claim a baby on your taxes Dog, I know connects, you middle-man taxing Three gram dimes of weed, you was rocking Chloe glasses Did it for the Jordans for what you feel important In '02, my weed increased the dropout rate at Northern Senior bitches skipping, get 'em weeded out And take 'em to the back room, my nigga smut 'em out Hood rat bitches putting blunts in they mouth Smoke some weed, order Coney, time to fuck 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 nigga I ain't tripping, I'm grinding on a few bucks Really balling and I'm tryna step it up [Hook]