**** sent into the army but they still weren't preparing

Shotgun’ll hurt more than his god damn feelings

Half a ticket on his head so you know his ass missing

I bet another half a ticket, he won't make it past Christmas

Hood drinking all day, I've been so goddamn busy

And the juice got me dizzy 10 times past tipsy

Time I don't have to tell a **** to ride with me

And running up on Gucci Mane is real real risky

I still send the squares out of town, long distance

The crackers that I serve, favorite rapper Limp Bizkit

Half a pint, I'm a put it in a goddamn misky

And I'm a have money just as long as they print it

Somebody trying take all my drugs

Somebody trying fuck with my plug

Most rappers can't come to my hood

Sucka **** can't smoke on this bud

Nobody ever talked so about drugs

How the hell you get that in this club?

I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck

The only thing I wanna do is re up

I got a lotta hustle, I remix bails

Freeband Gang, we got bricks for sale

Count up, count up, count up, count up checks

I could still cook it with the dope wet

20% bricks, I could work with that

Dumb as hell, with 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 **** – that's a fact

Take yo ass off and I don't give a damn

I do anything for them free bands

Somebody trying take all my drugs

Somebody trying fuck with my plug

Most rappers can't come to my hood

Sucka **** can't smoke on this bud

Nobody ever talked so about drugs

How the hell you get that in this club?

I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck

The only thing I wanna do is re up

I remix this Sprite with 6 ounces of codeine

The say I drink this shit like it give me protein

Going hard with my plug, he tell 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

Count this money, dog these bitches they 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

In the re up I feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali

Somebody trying take all my drugs

Somebody trying fuck with my plug

Most rappers can't come to my hood

Sucka **** can't smoke on this bud

Nobody ever talked so about drugs

How the hell you get that in this club?

I got 100 thousand, kush in my tuck

The only thing I wanna do is re up