Reeko Squeeze - Me Style lyrics

Work Work and I'm kway out Serve serve, I'm getting paid now Doing road, doing shows, in the trap I need a way out Been doing road since school playgrounds I came through and I'm taxing ya Scrub mode, I came through in the pa**enger They know I came through with Tracksuit Mafia Anywhere I go you know I mash it up (you know) You can see me rolling Brown girl came in, Kelly Rowland We backwards rolling Bare green we smoking Straight authentic, that's the slogan My phone keeps blowing My phone keeps going Kitty's scoring, like Michael Owen Feds pull up, you know I'm blowing Like, why me? Why me? On a Dej Loaf ting, like Try me, Try me Listen Now Listen here Little n***a Been active way before Twitter Diss and that, Chit and chat, it all sounds so bitter Let's be real, you really ain't no driller f** a diss track Man know bare corn can crash and Six pack Eff dat Elevator, your chest manna lift that Gyal with the big back Ucky while I sit back Bro tark up cah we charged up (Tark up) We eating food and they doing drinks like Starbucks I heard them lies cah they tark much From primary school I've been a dark f** From a young buck, I've been making young bucks [?] up Leave out the hard stuff Cos I've been on rides Two man on one pedal bike Man cheffing up like it's dinner time I was born to live that sinner life, but I've been alright Up and down, now my feet are tired I need Ps to sleep at night Man's gotta live that winner life Lemme tell you suttin Touch Ah bu*ton, I'm telling you I'm shelling suttin Ay Know your place, no shooting the air like the start of a race I'll cover, my face is bait, boom, no face no case Boom, please, no face no case? Like obviously I'm the suspect So what's next, these b**h boys all upset Cah they see that I'm up next Just got a bells off one text Brb in one sec Cut it, bag it, straight chef [?] Honestly All this talking don't bother me Bare man wanna coffin me Still touch a mug like a coffee g Still getting ucky sloppily There ain't no n***a stopping me There ain't nothing no Gyal couldn't offer me I'm out ere doing sh** properly Ay Reverse a Pengting Don't ask questions I ain't got no game did I mention And I ain't playing no games on a friend ting Ambush [?] meeting my bredrin Extended arm that's flexing If I act all calm I'm pretending I'm tryna run up on a farm on a leng ting You know I got a habit Straight Cling wrapping Crime scene looking all tragic Selling to the addicts Bro don't panic n***as know I'm really gon bang it What you gon say? Get out the way Eff your magic Ring Ring get paid, Stay wid your trey Let em ave it Like Giggs, Let em Ave It I send a young boy out, get a package I'm out ere, bait face, thing on me I'm a savage Running down broad day, I ain't beefing no trey I don't [?] Broad day on the mains, Chilling with the mates Sending off a package Ring! Ay Ring! Ay Ring! Ay Ring! Ay Whoever put money on my head back Go find out where your bread's at We stretch packs, jail was a setback Ring ring ring in the obbo, told the feds that The best back, go and get your vest ak Back yard with the yardies, blowing sess ak Any yute try disarm me and you're dead ak f** your brother, get your army, try your best ak