re up - Gucci Boy

We gone re up on the low

Please don’t hit my phone

Please don’t hit my phone

Oh Yeah

We gone re up on the low

Stay up on the phone

She’s fucked up

Leave the keys when you’re home

This is the rodeo

I’m not coming home

How can you love when you can’t cope being all alone

We gone re up on the low

Stay up on the phone

She’s fucked up

Leave the keys when you’re home

This is the rodeo

I’m not coming home

How can you love when you can’t cope being all alone

(Bridge)

All alone

All alone

Oh oh oh oh

Watch me bleeding out

Dying out in the field

Lost in escape

I just lost my will

Up in the club and I feel all alone

Couple hunnid bands with hoes getting throwed

Pop bottles I could give a fuck

Don’t hit my phone

I don’t gotta trust

Re up to the max

Credit cards do the dash

Fur coats on the slab yeah

Got a lot of enemies

Got a lot of foes

Ion fuck with you

Raf Simons on my toes

Death on my waist

Bust down till it fold

I’m from the H

These hoes will never know

Yeah yeah yeah

They will never know, they will never know, they will never know

Why did you go, why did you fold

I miss your name on my phone

We gone re up on the low

Stay up on the phone

She’s fucked up

Leave the keys when you’re home

This is the rodeo

I’m not coming home

How can you love when you can’t cope being all alone

We gone re up on the low

Stay up on the phone

She’s fucked up

Leave the keys when you’re home

This is the rodeo

I’m not coming home

How can you love when you can’t cope being all alone

(Outro)

We gone re up on the low

Stay up on the phone

Yeah

Re up on the low

Stay up on the phone