Songtexte REAP MUSIC (feat. Ken10) - D$

Yeah, okay

Only the real they gon' feel, this is not no geek music

Punch me in one good time, i don't need to redo it
She sucking dick and eat pubic
Take his beat then reuse it
She like, "Hold on, turn this up
This sound like some reap music."

Look, I don't wanna kick it with you niggas
I'm not Bruce Lee
Lemon pepper steppers on
Pockets leaking blue cheese
I don't roll with Dutches no more
Strictly on them loose leaves
I'll smack everybody in this bitch
Got niggas asking, "Who me?"

I be laughing to the bank
Guess that mean my funny up
You niggas wanna drill all day
Go and get yo money up
All it took was one shot
Now I got the bubble guts
All it took was three shots
I'm finna fuck her tummy up

We pourin' up Wocky like I was a Jabba
I can't be a father, so abracadabra
Yo ho in my face, you might wanna grab her
I'm out in New York rolling up with the Grabba

These niggas don't know what it's like to be me
Got bad bitches twerking on top of the V
Got bad bitches slurping the tip of the D
You niggas is jokes, I'm slapping my knee

I'm all bout my chips
I'm counting my Funyuns
I am a star, that's why I be son-ing
You niggas can't rap, yo music ain't bumping
Know the studio hate to see you coming

Hit the booth, I don't need no pen
That nigga now, that nigga back then
Wishing death on me, it's many men
And I'm wit a 10 like my first name Ken

Only the real they gon' feel, this is not no geek music
Punch me in one good time
I don't need to redo it
She sucking dick and eat pubic
Take his beat then reuse it
She like, "Hold on, turn this up
This sound like some reap music."

Look, I don't wanna kick it with you niggas
I'm not Bruce Lee
Lemon pepper steppers on
Pockets leaking blue cheese
I don't roll with Dutches no more
Strictly on them loose leaves
I'll smack everybody in this bitch
Got niggas asking, "Who me?"

Uh, niggas talking' bout reap music
Made a statement bout that homicide, we know you ain't do it
Me and bro just did a drill, I'm tired of making pain music
Pull up on 'em, tap his brain, we tryna test that brain tumor

41 bust down, 41 this bitch a chandelier
Niggas saying we up now, wait till you see us in a year
Money talk, I like the sound of that, that's music to my ears
I hit the stage, haters posed to hate, they look at me & fear

Uh, nigga this that reap music
Lil Zay died in '21, I'm wondering what he doing
I keep telling lil bro to chill, cause this lil nigga keep shooting
Trying to slide on us, he dumb as fuck, this nigga so stupid

Only the real they gon' feel, this is not no geek music
Punch me in one good time
I don't need to redo it
She sucking dick and eat pubic
Take his beat then reuse it
She like, "Hold on, turn this up
This sound like some reap music."

Look, I don't wanna kick it with you niggas
I'm not Bruce Lee
Lemon pepper steppers on
Pockets leaking blue cheese
I don't roll with Dutches no more
Strictly on them loose leaves
I'll smack everybody in this bitch
Got niggas asking, "Who me?"