John Porché - Re-Up

Had to go reup some racks block
Had to go cop me a glock for the oops
Hbd to go throw me some shit up stock
Ina Stocks
Had to go cop a lil whip for my bitch
Had to go cop her Versace and Louis a grip
Lay ina cut I'm stacking my chips

I'm back in the blood on my red bottoms
I'm showing love but I'm quantum solace
Chopper 30 ready for violence

Back out the Bach ina backa the hood
Outa ten nigga six up to no good

But outta ten nigga six of'em mine
Ain't dropping no dime
Just hit like a bomb
She hitting my phone but I ain't got time

Sell'em line after line of that dope
Buying my time and they giving me hope

Over and over again
Killing the verse when I write with the pen
My potna serving and dodging that ten
Fuck ya honor cuz all of us win
Pop me a bottle of henny hen

Amen
Made me a couple and double I bubble my bread
Uh huh
I figured the muscle would hustle and rumble instead
Uh huh

A Daily double up and it's duffel up reach and get knuckle up
Calling the play when we huddle up

Real deal no scrimmage
Real shit no gimmick

I just did some shit I can't tell
My potna he just got it thru the mail
Put bread up on my brother books in jail

Had to go reup some racks block
Had to go cop me a glock for the oops
Hbd to go throw me some shit up stock
Ina Stocks
Had to go cop a lil whip for my bitch
Had to go cop her Versace and Louis a grip
Lay ina cut I'm stacking my chips

My people hit a lick off of a scam
I just bought a FN for jam
Them folks pull up I'm hopping ina ram

Skr skr
I'm ghosting the spot
Vroom vroom
I'm dodging the traffic and pausing the block right now
Ima Big talker and shit starter

Remember them people they hit our pack
Hate ass niggas think we ain't shake back

They sike out

Prolly mic up and hit courtroom
Exposing they hand
Revealing the plans
And tell on they mans

Oh no bitch I'm a dog like cujo
Playin my cards like uno

Bet I ball like alopeasha
Got them blues on me like skeeter

Fuck the teachers I taught myself
Made mill for meals I ain't have so fuck yo help
Made thyme for time I lost to put on yo scalp

Made that back got stripes and checks

And I balance the book on banister
Weed in canister stamina damage ya amateurs

Got v12 if I see 12 no details about what he did
Just tale spin straight to the crib

Had to go reup some racks block
Had to go cop me a glock for the oops
Hbd to go throw me some shit up stock
Ina Stocks
Had to go cop a lil whip for my bitch
Had to go cop her Versace and Louis a grip
Lay ina cut I'm stacking my chips

Written by:
John Spears

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