The Re-Up

Oh damn Just got that new pack in the mail bitch Just bought some sticky green It's time to re-up ya know what I mean (Nam sayin') Grab the bag and dip the scene Re-Up'd on Afghan kush and green queen (Gotta go hoe) Weight it and split it fast if they wanna drop off you know I tax (Whoo whoo) Every mile that's five on gas girl its straight cash ion want yo ass (No ass bitch) No app that's how you get caught I learned my lesson can't afford another loss Boss up quick or become a lazy bitch Swallowing self pity say my life real shitty But I can't do that ran the same ol' laps Now it's time to do me and make my own stamp Can't sit on my ass rather move these packs Gotta clean the dirty money so I hit the laundry mat Packs in the mail get moved to the scale Full proof plan no chance it'll fail Can't miss another chance to put myself on Not a simple rapper with a one hit song Texting all the custos to come by and shop Got wax got pens even got moon rocks Homie got straps so hurry up and buy Try to jack us that's two between ya eye Half or a whole shit smack on my soul Can't move with a snitch gotta stick to the code Never fold on a bro never break for a hoe Keep ya enemies close even though it sound strange Just know it won't change (What) Talking bout they feelings (Huh) Friends always change ya get one in a million (Damn right) Snakes turn chameleon that's all I see No fake company rather be lonely