Reeko Squeeze - BRB lyrics

rate me

They just wanna tell ya what I can't do

Nigga, this is soft, we don't kung-fu

You self admit y'all dumb schute

Smoke stream, that's why I'm on you

So you on me?! Yeah, I like that

I'm a striker, are you the ride back?

Hand the hand thing, push it right back

If I'm sipping, I'll be right back

Call this road of the bros

Don't mean I can't feel my 1s

And these niggas want holes

Betta a-run, shh, that I really done

And you niggas stay at home

Playin' games, that's cause you ain't see a gun

And I'll do ya, main road

Anywhere, rudeboi, you betta run

I been that complain close

Ten days I used to tap my fam

I'll cuff these hoes

With a straight bull and a tongue

I always got bro

I don't care what my nigga done

You eva run with the dogs then?

Fuck off, make a nigga run

You niggas got half skank

No bells, that's half of a gun

And you niggas are half men

Bad talk bout what the fuck you done

I ain't got ask them

My boys already know what I'm on

And I'll 1 your boss games

I don't even know what is on

They just wanna tell ya what I can't do

Lil rapper ain't see my gun shoot

Ain't done Muse, talkin' bout Rob Who?

Yo dumb mule, selling weed, that's mute

Touch you, rapper life, that's you

It's a fact to a rob man trap two (?!)

Ain't about you, say things you won't do

I run a boy down, I might know you

They just wanna tell ya what I can't do

Nigga, this is soft, we don't kung-fu

You self admit y'all dumb schute

Smoke stream, that's why I'm on you

So you on me?! Yeah, I like that

I'm a striker, are you the ride back?

Hand the hand thing, push it right back

If I'm sipping, I'll be right back

Just collect to the dark and white pack

All my dogs tryna find cats

Tryna find out where the gold mines at

I'll bill ya sport, right where yo lines at

Yo Lander, I need hard dudes

Yo mind man, how yo dark press?

I need TT, I need to be a chef

I need to cook meals, I need to feel the ends

I got plans, and it's a get go

I know cats, I've built foes

I smoke and I get man smoke

Keep lose man, straight to the floor

If I poke up I should go to cope

No ties here, shit kills my _____

She got nice hair, she ain't got gold

You got bands there, don't let it show

Violations, I can't let it go

No patience, I need to get a room

Straight face lift when I let go

New faces, I don't get involved

Uh Uh, I won't get involved

You might see me out in my leather coat

They just wanna tell ya what I can't do

Nigga, this is soft, we don't kung-fu

You self admit y'all dumb schute

Smoke stream, that's why I'm on you

So you on me?! Yeah, I like that

I'm a striker, are you the ride back?

Hand the hand thing, push it right back

If I'm sipping, I'll be right back