RE-UP (feat. Byron Messia)

Thats why i call my thing the marathon Cause im not gon lie and portray um This ultimate poise like i been had it figured out Nah i just didnt quit That's the only distinguishing quality If its not bout money its a waste of time You know time is money clock ticking Jugging ahhhh mmm You mad i assume See young juvie be up on the move Got the pack rap up like a tomb Flip the scale fishtailing shrooms Back at it got pack on the mmm Mute the line when you talking to mmm Ups fedex on the ground I speak no english gringo town Como estas bien on the go Mmm on the drop dont be short on the load Check the pack make the bitch use her nose Fentanyl got the bitch on the floor Six oclock put the bull in the streets Its double or nothing The money is coming The pockets clocking You dead where you stand If the pockets is shorten We hustle for money And kill for nothing If the throat is trash Bitch the pussy is nothing And the goal is a milli Tell i grind to a billi I dont facetime chill siri Plat that kc drill sht or nipsey Am up in the night and sleep in the day I mean sleep when am dead She say am strange If the money aint calling get suck where i lay Man f*ck for two hours Then nut on her lace Back at it at the running man tho See i cook it Flip it Push push Cook it Flip it Push push Gringo pick up Push it Turn it Flip it I got the young bulls on the block Like a stop sign Got the south side niggas really banging west side Here the feds watching Blah blah blah blah I dnt understand nothing Blah blah blah You up two o Whats the story are you not happy Are you only half happy Whats there to happy bout You up two o Job not finish Job finish I dont think so Look am getting money on the low Burning fifty stacks I got the trap gymnastic run it back Gringo kilos hundred stacks Pushing the line in the maybach Overtime We in the trap where the safe a Close the blind The ak forth seven ratatat Touch down in the end zone quarter back Fumble the pass sack Better stay on track Cls five fifty ben in the one way Back to back in the mybach in the fast line Fucking money but she stock in da curve line I roll numbers on the floor like a dice game Touche for them bitches talking down on me Suck a sick dick bitch am rich What you think homie I got broke rich again this that richard mille Twenty twenty four Trauma album coming soon Zuluu