Refill Young Buck

[Intro]
Fatality
I’m f*cking rhyme with the work( whip it)
I’m f*cking rhyme with the work (flip it)
I’m f*cking rhyme with the work (let’s do it)
(repeat)
I’m a be selling my dope around here until n*gga’s put me in the dirt (repeat)

[Chorus]
Naw we don’t run out naw we don’t run out
Uh huh we don’t run out I ain’t never ran out
I just real real real breezy real real breezy real real breezy (repeat)

[Verse 1]
We ain’t running low
I’m trained to go
I’m a kick yo door
Make you hit the floor
Hungry n*gga I come to get the kilo
My n*gga nose running
Got no money would’ve been good but he stole from me
Every brick I used to give to the n*gga he’d blow
I got Mars n*gga I’m a lawyer n*gga
Been doing this way before you n*gga
You a spoiled n*gga I’m a street n*gga you know
Got old ones got new b*tches my day ones no new n*gga’s
My report card all A’s n*gga you a hoe (gat gat gat)
I’m vested up VBS up smoke Bob Marley stay blessed up
I’m a pop a ceiling don’t worry about what I pour
She really real n*gga’s refill you won’t gas up I bet we will
I spend everything I got right now to get more