Reekz MB - Blockaa lyrics

I ain't nuttin' like them Them man frauds, could never be friends Sideman ain't been around them Talk is cheap, get the spinner out then Still skid out from feds They want man locked, sat down in the pen For sounding a skeng, I squeeze that whopper Beef in the streets, get seasoned proper Won't see man pop up, I'm in then out Grub in the trap then I'm in that house Front room's calm till I flip that couch You got mad bread, spit that out Cough my bread up, free up the gwop We love the bando she loves the rock Thieving thots, stealing prof Like they think I'm dumb, I'm beating them up That's cool with me, still greasing it up G lean on man with the pump I woulda done a "We Run The Block" if I weren't in cuffs, locked up on a eediat charge Bonkaz Like, like What's all the nonsense I don't deal with imposters Time is money now watch this That's my brudda don't watch him Cah it can get smokey in public Put that all on the cooker Free AM free Mukhtar Free Loso free Osman And I can see man hatin' Talk about Reekz all the time Talk about me, I don't know what your name is Don't make me get hype on the road All black toes will step on the pavement I call M, link T then S Tell 'em I'm vex then everyone's raging We in all black down to the trainers P soon home, from 012, I hope that he stays outta jail aswell Cos the money must rise, Ps must make We all got plans bigger than the estate f** your hood, f** your block Man going like man ain't never been there I had rice, fried chicken and drink there Used to keep things on things on things there I'm bad to the bone, to the bone I'm bad, I'll step on a man's toes when I see fit Man wanna act up till I see them Imma slap man backwards when I see them I'm real to the post just like Seamen I been getting guwop in the hood Man get mopped and got in the hood For the chain that you got don't floss in the hood All black like a panther Been had toys like Santa And I still roll deep with my darg Just like Dennis and Gnasher I'm just tryna make things happen I'm just tryna make things pattern Broski got weight each side of the whip I just hope that he keep it balanced Don't be shook, please don't panic Reekz MB lowkey with the cannon Don't say scrammers, I say scrammers Get that Crystal clear like Palace I put a spanner in the works and spun it Trynna be rich and hard, drummin' I'm done with these dumb little youngens Better tone sh** down with the ruckus Got me like f** it, f** this sh** Might just beat man down with a stick Pumpy, pump man out of the kicks Soon free real G's out of the bin