Zen Re-Up Gang

[Chorus: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make them watch us?
The awkward lean and 'em cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money, say—

[Verse 1: Pusha T & Sandman]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double-clutch
Two diamond jump ropes: My neck do the double-dutch
Give a fuck about such-and-such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying, "'Nough’s enough"
Turn it, turn it—fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, player—how I earns it
Lame rap niggas, I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
Fifty-five on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I'm something the Lord made (Yeah-ah, can-non)

[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry
Don’t need no jury to find me guilty
I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky—how can y'all fault me?
Ghost-ride it—driver, what that mean?
You're small, welly, nigga fuck that beam
Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale—what’s that scheme?
(It’s all real) Don't touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action—Re-Run, What’s Happening?
Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, that gotta be why they watching