
Reek VL Deck (Ft. Young Scooter)
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[Intro: VL Deck]
Uh
Can't rate me
[?]
Oh lord, Jetson made another one
[Chorus: VL Deck]
Superman [?], I make the pack disappear
Call the plug right back, I got your check, it's cleared
I do magic with the bags, I got swag, I ain't talking 'bout [?]
Really work the truck before
Me and Scooter [?]
Vacume seal the [?] send it off
I got bails in the loft
Keep [?] in the drop
I take red [?] pints, keep percs, no white
It's a [?] everytime I speak it
I keep cash, yeah I reak it
[Verse 1: VL Deck]
[?] niggas speachless
'Bout this grinding, I can teach it
[?] fanatic
[?] challenge it
Still I [?] tryna balance it
I'm too far in, I'm tryna make a hit
My phone ringing for a split
Just copped the truck for my bitch
Veryday I'm staying lit
I got sticks for the blicks
I'm on that real shit, I can't switch
My partner [?] shit
Living what I spit, so I can't do no faking
This ain't no rap [?], you play, I shoot you in your ace
Yo, Jetson made the beat, [?]
[?] section 8
Since we lean, this a bigger plate
Let me blueprint the plug, I'm tryna rap without them bands, I got straight
Uh
Can't rate me
[?]
Oh lord, Jetson made another one
[Chorus: VL Deck]
Superman [?], I make the pack disappear
Call the plug right back, I got your check, it's cleared
I do magic with the bags, I got swag, I ain't talking 'bout [?]
Really work the truck before
Me and Scooter [?]
Vacume seal the [?] send it off
I got bails in the loft
Keep [?] in the drop
I take red [?] pints, keep percs, no white
It's a [?] everytime I speak it
I keep cash, yeah I reak it
[Verse 1: VL Deck]
[?] niggas speachless
'Bout this grinding, I can teach it
[?] fanatic
[?] challenge it
Still I [?] tryna balance it
I'm too far in, I'm tryna make a hit
My phone ringing for a split
Just copped the truck for my bitch
Veryday I'm staying lit
I got sticks for the blicks
I'm on that real shit, I can't switch
My partner [?] shit
Living what I spit, so I can't do no faking
This ain't no rap [?], you play, I shoot you in your ace
Yo, Jetson made the beat, [?]
[?] section 8
Since we lean, this a bigger plate
Let me blueprint the plug, I'm tryna rap without them bands, I got straight
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