AJ Tracey - Like That lyrics

[Verse 1: Reeko] Why so serious? (wow) Bare b**h boys on their periods Even back then, I was linking them crackheads Rolling round with mad peds (ring) Linking up big youts for mad Zs I don't love this sh** 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 gla**es Gotta disguise from undies (dickheads) Them feds just ba*tards Tryna find bare sh** on me (pricks) They ain't know every other day I had it on me Kitties from cunch to Louis to Bromley Jarring and dat 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 in 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](x2) 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 [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 poom 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 Did mad, just me and my Rachis Dem youts dere way too chatty And my youts dem way too scatty Dat 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 f** n***a 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 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](x2)