Re-Up

All my pieces hittin', all my pieces hittin'
All my diamonds drippin', yeah
I ain’t takin' no L’s
I ain’t walkin' on shells
I try to keep to myself
This bitch, she rockin' Chanel
She probably petty as hell
Big crib by the lake for the weekend
Poolside, she wanna tan by the deep end
I wonder if her man knows she creepin'
Yeah, I wonder if her man knows she creepin'
It’s a party so we gotta order pizza
Don Julio straight out the freezer
Don’t blame me, blame my mama if you seen her
Violete the vaws, bust it open I believe her
I need a speeder
I’m gettin' down, mama, re-up
Fuck it, get back on my feet up
I’m too hot to freeze up
I’m a champ to the death, yeah, they know what it is
I need all of the trophies, a championship
I need a re-up, I need a re-up
I need a re-up, I need a re-up
He might of gave you the business again
Don’t tell me you just came to shit with your friends
Long as you’re mine, I hate when you stunt
again
again
I should just ditch you and dip in the Benz
Leave your ass stressin' then twitchin' your hands
Said they dread up in shit
Bet if I left cause her head wasn’t shit
I need that good brain like intelligent chicks
diamonds they drip on my gear
Got the luggage I just need the lear
DMX, now I just need a liter
I’m getting down on my re-up
Poured the whole six in the liter
Bet she gon' follow the leader
Bet she gon' swallow the whole thing
She wanna see me in gold chains
Told her that she was a bold thing
It’s perfect, we up to the same tings
I think we’ve been peepin' the same Range
Gettin' geechi, we bleachin'
Got no stains
I need a re-up, I need a re-up
I need a re-up, I need a re-up
I need a re-up, I need a re-up
I need a re-up, I need a re-up