[Hook: Pusha T & Malice]
R-E-U-P-G-A-N-G, one plus three, the four we be
White to beige
sh** we lost them souls the Lord save
Monopolize these corners we own 'em like board games
[Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
It's the allure of the grind
n***a I love crime
Bentley Arnage with the cuts well [?]
When you ain't got sh**, f** the world
You got chips, you can f** the next man's girl
Harsh, but they been ripped apart my world
So I shall cook crack, so I hurl
Three quarter lamb skin n***a, so I Shearl
Up on them five-spoke chrome things, so I twirl
Haters they earl, they nauseous
Lookin' like I'm god sent
Cream accents over that pearl white parchment
Interior blindin', floor mats ostrich
Scream havoc and [?] it's a constant (n***a)
I'm that knot that you flash when you buyin' the bar
I'm the pistol when n***as run for they car
I'm the bullet that travel through the barrel
Pierce you like an arrow
See your soul, flyin' with the sparrows
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Been hearin' all the lies about your tires
Chrome rims and wires
And all them neighborhoods you supplyin'
Tryna get the OG to buy it
I was out Cancun vacationin'
Tryna get inspired
Second time around, they say the third's the charm
But listen, we the Re-Up Gang, we ain't the norm
Four rap n***as with a dope dealer swagger
But can you call it swagger if you still really bag up?
I think not, the gla** stove with the gray pot
Mason jar, quarter contents of the Ziplocks
Small-minded n***as think I'm readying the rock
But in reality, I'm just cookin' a drop top
Or gettin' my wrist right, or makin' my neck heavy
Or keepin' my b**h tight, she love steppin' in Giuseppes
So now they flashes, the 600 hashes
Twiddlin' our thumbs on that La-Di-Da sh**
[Verse 3: Sandman]
Swervin' with my pinky, on my lap's the steel
Mac-10 matchin' the carriage whippin' the wheel
All my diamonds resembling 'Cris
Hypnotizing ya b**h, you yellow-bellied in piss
Them Pelle Pelles I switch
I'm more bu*ter than in what I pitch
Hoes love it, I smut 'em quick
Make 'em nut till they sick
Let 'em wipe off my dick before my [?]
Then I rub 'em on they belly 'cuz they sh** beat up
Ya dig?
That's how I do you n***as b**hes every day
Movin' [?] sh**tin' on you in every way
Come from a [?], told 'em my Glock waitin' to pop (blaow)
You playin' gorilla, then you ready to die
I'ma still shine on, big yellow bell
More squares than an ear of corn
f** tattoos, I make real tears form
Blood pools through when that HK drawn
Shots splatter the block now they they drawn
SWATs run on the block but they they gone
[Verse 4: Malice]
Ya'll n***as rhyme? You're lyin' to me
Get a good look what you aspirin' to be
I see you got drive, consign him a key
Whoever got flow, then you sign him to Re
-Up Gang n***as, sold a million plus
And still I'm in the kitchen like I'm Wolfgang Puck
Damn shame, ain't it? Yeah, my love's tainted
For the game, so forgive me if I seem a bit jaded
I ain't up on the latest in hip hop news
I'm more concerned with my tick-tock shoes
Don't get it confused, we here to take aim
It's the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James
I'll play the role of the Sundance kid
f**in' with the Re-Up, you might not live
And Sam "Butch" Ca**idy, finger on the trig
Ya'll n***as stand for [?], like them b**hes from the [?]
[Hook]