Lyrics Like That - Reeko Squeeze, Aj Tracey

Like That

Bare bitch boys on their periods
Even back then, I was linking them crackheads
Rolling round with mad peds (ring)
Jooking up big youts for mad Zs
I don’t love this shit
Smoke on me, I buss off quick (boom)
I always got bro, I don’t care what you did (don't care)
I’m on a back road in top speed (vroom)
Sometimes, I wear glasses
Gotta disguise from undies (dickheads)
Them feds just bastards
Try’na find bare shit on me (pricks)
They ain’t know every other day
I had it on me
Kitties from cunch to Louis to Bromley
Jarring and that
I just wanna clart and get a pack
I just lost a pack of each
And I’m out here tryna get back
This ain’t just rap
Get stones, get 'em wrapped
G phoning my phone
G moving like a cat
Dead weed?
Bring it back
I’m old school, that’s a fact (yes)
And if you wanna run up on me (come on)
Make sure I can’t come back (please)
She like me cause I’m black
I like her cause her back
Her face ain’t that (uh huh)
But she fully on-track (ring ring)
Don’t start, it’s not that
My bredrins calm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that
comin' like a rack
And you’re taking pics of a rack
Showing off all your stack
You ain’t gonna get gyal like that
Don’t start, it’s not that
My bredrins calm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that
comin' like a rack
And you’re taking pics of a rack
Showing off all your stack
You ain’t gonna get gyal like that
I abide by the G code
In the trap, no fees, no Tivo
Got bits in my jeans just like Steve-O
I don’t want pum or Loubs, I want kilos
Man better watch for their Carties
Trap mash, had to skip couple parties
Did road, just me and my dargies
Big man, just me in my Huaraches
Dem youts there way too chatty
And my youts them way too scatty
That boy chat wild and aggy
Till he got himself bun like a patty
Saw him in the midfield like Verratti
I pulled up and I jumped out the cabby
I had to put a fuck nigga on his batty
He weren’t a man, then he chat like a yatty
Yeah, now I get a bag for a booking
My little G got bagged for a jooking
Still his big bros out here cooking
Brudda by the curtain, man have gotta keep looking
In the dance with the peng, you can smell me
And the peng white ting looking healthy
All my gunners in the back like Koscielny
If you need it in the west, you could bell me
My Gs do works, not rap
Man drill man down with the mash
Peng gyal like her app got tapped
Big back for a back, looking fat, man clap
Mixed-race, to the jakes, I’m black
Dasheen, them boys just dash
Snapchat pops off, bare yats
Stack fit, my shoe box fat
Don’t start, it’s not that
My bredrins calm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that
comin' like a rack
And you’re taking pics of a rack
Showing off all your stack
You ain’t gonna get gyal like that
Don’t start, it’s not that
My bredrins calm in the back
Something on my lap
But I ain’t gotta talk 'bout that
comin' like a rack
And you’re taking pics of a rack
Showing off all your stack
You ain’t gonna get gyal like that