The Re-Up (feat. Lunar C)

Yo Lunar C, Lunar C Billyboy One Punch Willy Yo, yo Pass me that lighter bro Nice one mush Oh this shit got me fucked up I'm feeling faded But let me tell em tho I been trying to get it since a youngen Scruffy little kid, trading trainers with my cousin I done came from the rough and shit I really came from nothing I'm just glad I took that life and really made it into something Cause that's shit ya never see if ya come from where I come from Shit, I'm rather proud No more hand me downs I just kick back and chill while I light the ounce I'm fucking wiling out Calling up that bitch and then I'm driving round Finna fuck that pussy up Finger fuck until she bust Hop up out that bitch then I dip and go get them numbers up I'm out here with the gang, got like 20 up in the club with us Ya group a bunch of busters My crew, we a bunch of hustlers You know we ain't gon' stop til we hop to top of this, dropping shit Nobody's stopping it, that's the job and the hypothesis It's obvious, I got' be hottest of all these pricks talking shit Coming for ya neck and it be off with your oesophagus, shit So let roll my weed and kick my feet up Smoke another one and then I go and hit the re up Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her She be talking crazy, I just don't her I don't need her I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up Plug just hit me, said he got another re up Got another re up, this beat just Bangs like ya bird when you're at work About to get a key cut When round for a knees-up and had her knees up In the air, you come home from work ya getting beat up They're taking cheap shots like it's happy hour I got em screw facing like apple sours They think they got it on lock but they don't know a thing Always saying they're outside cause they're never going in I keep it blunt and specific, so you can never get ya wires crossed Like AirPods, don't get it twisted You'd be bigger if you did better business So don't be looking back bitter cause u never did shit Pisstaker, burn holes in my windbreaker Cause all I do is burn cookies like a shit baker These geeks change in the booth like Clark Kent Don't try nothing with me I aren't them, Lunar So let roll my weed and kick my feet up Smoke another one and then I go and hit the re up Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her She be talking crazy, I just don't her I don't need her I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up Plug just hit me, said he got another re up Come like the grim reaper, when I get on these rappy beats I'm smashing these, fuck anybody ating me You actually have to be fucking crackers to crack at the g These rappers be like amputees They're harmless, ain't a scratch on me Ya fucked up thinking I weren't gon' pop, well ya wrong Ya motherfuckers getting smoked like I'm popping a bong Look, I gotta be on cause the profit is strong Used to have short change and now my pockets is long See I'm the type to go and what I deserve cause I earned it And you can say what they like, but I'm nothing like these vermin And still the fire keeps burning In the light, still searching So I keep writing these verses until my life seems perfect Oi So who gon' tell my shit Pulled up in the screeve and you can smell the piff Key in the car like a jealous bitch Lunar said that shit now I'm retelling it oi So let roll my weed and kick my feet up Smoke talking one and then I go and hit the re up Pouring JD and I done sipped about a litre Calling up that bitch and then I'm jelling through to see her She be acting crazy, I just don't her I don't need her I just need a peeve and a Z of sativa Out 'ere in the streets huh, tryna get them P's up Plug just hit me, said he got another re up Got another re up Plug just hit me said he's got another re up Got another re up Got another re up Plug just hit me said he's got another re up