Reekz MB - Lock Orff lyrics

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Reekz MB - Lock Orff lyrics

[Intro] Ay yo, listen here Bey. You come at the king, you best not miss [Chorus: Reekz MB] Come with your scram, come with your whopper Better have sweets, and it better be proper Said he got grub, said he a shotter And if the price ain't right for a blocka, everything lock orff Come with your scram, come with your whopper Better have teeth, and it better be proper Said he got grub, said he a shotter But if the price ain't right for a blocka, everything lock orff [Bridge: SDG] I know hyenas that ride with ninas, they out to k** for that c**aina I used to link the Albanians but my new connect is from Argentina The block is hot like jalapeñas, take a lot of steps like a caterpillar If I catch you, when you're lacking, with that coco, I'm a happy n***a [Verse 1: Reekz MB] First off Imma kick man's face in Anytime we meet on the pavement Roads know what he did in the statement Man turn big in the station And boys get poked in the eyelid for what they think they saw Dip man down in the broad day like I don't think no more Man are coming on a bro ting Man are coming like I owe them Nah g I don't owe you sh** Man I rid my time I ain't phoned them Nah Cah them man frauding, they don't do that they just talking Ring ring, trap in the morning They got Ms on Benz and Porsches Nah, nah that's not my portion I need a yard so big I can't walk in I need cake I can stick my fork in Just me and a farmer talking On a nice day, like "you alright, mate?" You got shotguns, swing 'em my way Dropped this punk on a Thursday And smoke one punk on a Friday [Verse 2: SDG] f** a website, in real life I follow man If I fed you, just keep it real and just honour man 'Cos moretime I ignore n***as when they holla man Don't be claiming that we're enemies, you don't bother man I can show you two faces like a hologram If I spend a buck you'll see a gunner with hollows man People telling me I'm clumsy 'cos I'll drop a man Those dumb clowns had a fake strap tryna rob a man I'm a dirty boy no condom on I'm gonna bang We're defenders, tell the strikers we can stop a man We ain't drinking tea and putting on your kettle Move up slowly on your Roley, let me see that metal Onsight that n***a on the mains, cover them clothes in stains Come thru in a ringed out Range When I do road it's pain When I do trap it's god I'm on the pirate's flex Slayz getting ga**ed in chains Ain't nuttin 'bout that sh** [Verse 3: Reeko Squeeze] Wake up to phone calls I'm a doctor, locals still walking around with a blowtorch like I used to ride out in course school Say wit your whopper? you ain't way no big so you wanna act like you a shotter like n***a you ain't saying you a nutter Strictly speaking If a n***a violate me in the morning ima see him by the evening like Them n***as some baby they teefing I make gyal call me mister How that boy your friend; you get brain off his sister? Try cry even tears like sizzla There's a million gangsters A lot of scar-faces, a lot of nino guys, a lot of American gangsters You n***as unknown, you just random x2 Fam I know your girl, she came round here and gave uck to the mandem You n***as watch films you just acting None of you boys are active And you think you know me, and you think you see me cah you see me on this rap ting I'll catch him in JD and slap him I'm strictly wrapping Don't blame your girl when she come see me cah she said that you're lacking n***a just chill, I'll give her back then [Chorus]