Like That

[Verse 1: Reeko]

Why so serious? (wow)

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)

[Hook: Reeko]

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

Stuff 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

Stuff 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

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]

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

[Hook: Reeko]

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

Stuff 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

Stuff 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