Back on It - Reeko Squeeze, Blockz

Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga

You tough right?

I’m out Reeko.

You understand what I’m saying?

Look at me

I get shot in the head baby

My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I’m saying?

Doctor said I wasn’t gonna walk the same, you understand what I’m saying?

I’m out

Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can’t breathe in my space

The girls in my DM’s, it might be your BM’s we’ll ski on a kid

Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid

Like there is no reason for this

Is it cause I make mad music

And then fuck that, just might go up on seasonal hits

Damn, money we took it from scratch

Tell a homie gonna talk about that

Run up on me, run up back

And smoke a nigga like a fag

I heard niggas are talking this and talking that

Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie

Back on it and oh they know it’s strap

Young one we the rap stack

And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on

Fuck the radio now that I’m back on it

Fucking up the beat, just watch me dab on it

Something I always remember I tag on it

Fuck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em

Stacking, stacking, I’m trapping, trapping

I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages

Ooh la la, baby what’s happening

Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

Lurking in a German, I’m purpin

Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red

Put smoke in a person

Catch coon ass stunting

How bad you wanna beef

How bad you wanna beef

‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous

They might freeze when they see me

I’m in my young boy jerking

All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit

Nigga you pussy you been a prick

Never seen you and you rid with it

Who took who gives a shit

Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it

My young boy he gon' stick with it

Fuck with these hoes I’m so sick with it

In a car with my browing she whipping it

Damn, money we took it from scratch

Tell a homie gonna talk about that

Run up on me, run up back

And smoke a nigga like a fat

I heard niggas are talking this and talking that

Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie

Back on it and oh they know it’s strap

Young one we the rap stack

And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on

Fuck the radio now that I’m back on it

Fucking up the beat, just watch me dab on it

Something I always remember I tag on it

Fuck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em

Stacking, stacking, I’m trapping, trapping

I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages

Ooh la la, baby what’s happening

Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages

Bang!

Fuck a nigga talking bout straps

Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain’t talking bout abs

Trust a nigga you get grab, can’t talking about the watch you know I got band

Pulling up like right where you hang

Come round here, leave smoke on your man

Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I’m back again

Pulling up on that baby, what’s happening

Love my freedom, I ain’t trying to get bagged again

P and down, I’m all over the map again

Cutting, cutting, I’m bagging, bagging

That thing that I wrap ‘em in

Two rags to use on a sudden ting

One comb, one jam and an afro pick

Damn, money we took it from scratch

Tell a homie gonna talk about that

Run up on me, run up back

And smoke a nigga like a fag

I heard niggas are talking this and talking that

Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie

Back on it and oh they know it’s strap

Young one we the rap stack

And you know it’s fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on

Fuck the radio now that I’m back on it

Fucking up the beat, just watch me dab on it

Something I always remember I tag on it

Fuck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em

Stacking, stacking, I’m trapping, trapping

I’m whacking, I’m serving them packages

Ooh la la, baby what’s happening

Couple bands I’ll be splurging with savages