Re-Up Gang - Monopoly lyrics

Uh huh

R-e, u-p-g, a-n-g
One plus three, the four we be
White to beige, shit
We lost them souls the Lord save
Monopolize these corners
We own 'em like board games

It's the allure of the grind, nigga
I love crime
Bentley Arnage with the cuts well
When you ain't got shit
(Man) , fuck the world you got chips
You can fuck 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 nigga, so I Shearl
Up on them five-spoke chrome things
So I twirl haters they earl, they nauseous
Lookin' like I'm Godsent


Cream accents over that pearl white parchment
Interior blindin', floor mats ostrich
Scream havoc away, that's a constant (Nigga)
I'm that knot that you flash
When you buyin' the bar
I'm the pistol when niggas 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

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 niggas with a dope dealer swagger
But can you call it swagger if
You still really bag up? I think not
The glass stove with the gray pot
Mason jar, quarter contents of the Ziplocs
Small-minded niggas think I'm
Readying the rock
But in reality, I'm just cookin' a droptop
Or gettin' my wrist right
Or makin' my neck heavy
Or keepin' my bitch tight
She love steppin' in Giuseppes
Sinati flashes, the 600 hashes
Twiddlin' our thumbs on that La-Di-Da shit

Swervin' with my pinky, on my lap's the steel
Mac-10 matchin' the carriage
Whippin' the wheel
All my diamonds VS, resembling 'Cris
Hypnotizing ya bitch
You yellow-bellied in piss
Them, Pelle Pelles I switch
More butter than in what I pitch
Hoes love it, I smut 'em quick
Then make 'em nut till they sick
Let 'em wipe off my dick, pull my Dickies up
Then I rub 'em on they belly
'cause they shit beat up, ya dig?
That's how I do you niggas bitches every day
Smooth, I'm fly, shitting on you in every way
Cover my crotch, holding my Glock
Waitin' to pop (Blaow)
Huh, you playin' gorilla
Then you ready to die i'ma still shine on
Big yellow bell
More squares than an ear of corn
Fuck tattoos, I make real tears form
Blood pools through when that HK drawn
Shots splatter the block, now Dae-Dae's drawn
SWATs run on the block, but Dae-Dae's gone

Y'all niggas 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 niggas, 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
Ab play the role of the Sundance kid
Fuckin' with the Re-Up, you might not live
And Sand: Butch Cassidy, finger on the trig
Y'all niggas live from us
Like them bitches from the rib

R-e, u-p-g, a-n-g
One plus three, the four we be
White to beige, shit
We lost them souls the Lord save
Monopolize these corners
We own 'em like board games