Re and Skilla

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Eastside Reup] I got new shit about to drop, these niggas in trouble I put 20 on his head, and get him gone by the morning Like nigga, what you need? I make the call and pull up on you Just know that I ain't coming, less you tryna cop a hundred I took like 20 grams, turned it to a hundred something Slid on the opps' block, and we let off a hundred something We want all the smoke, we don't run from nothing And bro gon' make the call, then, bitch, you know I'm coming [Verse 2: Skkilla Baby] I seen niggas get shot with a Glock I seen niggas go low and get popped in the tot I really stood on the block with them rocks I'd traid it all to pop at my pop If I get high, I'm popping at opps I cut my flip phone off to do this rap shit Really sold blow at Walmart, I ain't no catfish [Verse 3: Eastside Reup] My flip phone still working, bitch, I'm still on My [?] when they minutеs gone Tryna pull up in the coupe with thе ceiling gone Spent a quarter on my neck, bitch, who really froze? All my niggas get money, bitch, who really on? [Verse 4: Skilla Baby] We gon' [?] the bag up, [?] get the pills gone Say he really getting money, tag him in Say he got a buss load, bag it in My girlfriend say she got a girlfriend Tag me in Tag her friend [?] choosing Bitches [?] Bitch [?] young nigga [?] Tryna [?] [Verse 5: Eastside Reup] If I catch another case, I'm [?] Get a nigga dropped with a mack, no computer My Cali plug just hit me with a whole load of boes I'ma drop them bitches right off on [?] She wanna cop that lil shit, I don't sell that Bought a half a brick, I could've went and bought a hellcat Pissed off, I'm calling D-Bo, nigga, bring my scale back Gotta use the tripple beam for real, 'cause this a big bag