Re Up (feat. Young Dolph)

You could send him to the army, but it still wouldn't prepare him Shotgun'll hurt more than his goddamn feelings Half a ticket on his head so you know his ass missing I bet another half a ticket he don't make it past Christmas Good juugin' all day, I've been so goddamn busy And the juice got me dizzy 10 times past tipsy Each time I don't have to tell a nigga to ride with me And running up on Gucci Mane is real, real risky I'm still sendin' squares out of town, long distance The crackers that I serve favorite rapper Limp Biskit Half a pint, I'mma put it in a goddamn Mistic And I'mma have money just as long as they print it Somebody trying take all my juugs Somebody trying fuck wit' my plug Most rappers can't come to my hood Sucka niggas can't smoke on this bud Nobody ever talks so about drugs How the hell you get that in this club? I got 100 pounds kush in my tub The only thing I wanna do is re-up I got a lotta hustle, I remix bales Freeband Gang, we got bricks for sale Count up, count up, count up, count up checks I could still cook it wit' the dope wet 20% bricks, I could work wit' that Dummies hit 'em wit' the brick squad stamp Me and Gucci flexin', countin' 3 racks We always finessin', they don't like that Try to take my plug, get yo' ass whacked Scooter real street nigga – that's a fact Take yo' ass off and I won't give a damn I do anything for them free bands I remix this Sprite with 6 ounces of codeine They say I drink the shit like it give me protein Goin' hard wit' my plug he told me, "Don't stop" I'm tryna clean this money up, I need some Clorox I re-up Monday, Thursday I'm back at it Countin' this money, doggin' these bitches, them my bad habits Put your car beside my car and let's see which the fastest And watch me disappear, bitch I'm blue magic Fuck what a bitch say, I can't hear shit but static I rubber band it up and hide it in the attic Young and flashy, yo' bitch young and nasty Every re-up I feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali