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What You Reckon

B-Lovee and Digga D

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You done messed up aaron!
R, 1, 4
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend

Yo, yo, yo

F*ck my career for a second (mmm)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

F*ck my career for a second (mmm) (bestfriend)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm) (bestfriend)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm) (bestfriend)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

Stretched like yoga (mmm)
Got stretched like Yola (mmm)
Mix the cocaine with the ammonia
Paraphernalia all on the sofa
Tried to run, saw man, what a joker (where he at?)
Still got put on my poker (ha ha ha)
(Done him up, done him up, done him up bad)
Got super soaked up (bestfriend) (woo)
Picture the .40 clarting (boom)
For anyone asking
It's just me that's drilling and charting (yeah)
Top ten with the skeng, I'll blast him (mmm)
Top five with a knife, I'll carve him (mmm)
Top - got taped, stop laughing (mmm)
It was us that got down - (mmm, mmm)
Never dropped -, but man's still sparking
If your cunt ain't wet, I won't trouble it (mmm, mmm)
Yo, gyal, open your mouth, let me cum in it (mmm)
This little bitch wanna boom off my cocky (mmm)
After she finished the boom with the rum in it (mmm)
I won't roll with my gun for the fun of it
The car behind got a fucking gun in it (mmm)
One had a whistle and one had a beam
But I need a gun with a fucking drum in it (mmm) (if I was your bestfriend)

F*ck my career for a second (mmm) (if I was your bestfriend)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm) (if I was your bestfriend)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm) (if I was your bestfriend)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

F*ck my career for a second (mmm) (bestfriend)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm) (bestfriend)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm) (bestfriend)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

What he reppin'? Don't be steppin'
He might sneak in the spot with his weapon (his weapon)
We hit a opp, he gone drop any second
They know I'm too deep in this hit, it won't stop
I'ma stay with this glock and get lit, I'ma flock (grah)
Glock, that's a new opp in a box
She keep shaking her shit with the glock in her hand (her hand)
I'ma shake up the block when I hop out and blam
Soon as I hop out he ran
This shit a whole .30 click into a jam (click into a jam)
Still I could get sturdy I might do my dance (might do my dance)
If he twin, he get sturdy he don't even dance (he don't even dance)
Driving wise in the spot, that's what I do (I do)
Say he gone do what? He get shot if he try to
I bring knots in the spot, that's how I move (that's how I move)
Thinking I'm lackin', lil' boy I am not you
I don't give a f*ck about him and his gang ('bout him and his gang)
I know I got fam', but I still let it bang like (still let it bang)
They keep talking but ain't do a thing (ain't do a thing)
Catch me on the opps, let it off at the daylight
I'm not doing this shit for no name (no name)
This really be me, no cap (no cap)
We caught opp after opp, a couple niggas lack (couple niggas lack)
We spin block after block a couple niggas snap (couple niggas snap)

F*ck my career for a second (mmm) (if I was your bestfriend)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm) (if I was your bestfriend)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm) (if I was your bestfriend)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

F*ck my career for a second (mmm) (bestfriend)
Eighteen, I was on seven (mmm) (bestfriend)
Seventeen, six in the Wesson (mhm) (bestfriend)
One, two, six, I'll chef him (what?)
Gave the four and the baby a blessing (bow)
Eight and a baby Nine I'll kweff him (bow)
A hundred 'lastic bands still stretchin' (grr rrr)
What you reckon? (what you reckon?)

You done messed up aaron!
R, 1, 4
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend
If I was your bestfriend

Written by: Rhys Herbert, Michael Johnson Jr'

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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