REEK Brennan Jones

[Intro]
Yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yah
(Rok on the track, yah)
Yah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Chorus]
I keep a stick tucked in my bedsheets
Don't hit my DMs, I don't want a feat
I bring that ho in come, in suck to me
I'm smokin' that gas and that shit reek
Reek, reek
I'm killin' these hoes like the reaper
I'm 'bout to blow up like a creeper
Yo' bitch slidin' up, yea, I peeped her

[Post-Chorus]
Bitches on me
Fifties on me
I've been training these hoes like Call of Duty zombies
S-R studio Sterling on my body
I made my own swag, now they tryna copy me

[Verse]
Money coming, yuh
Shit so lovely, yuh
Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause I'm counting hunnids
I've been runnin' it up, I've been stuntin' yuh
That boy bluffin', he not gon' do nothin'
Feel so special, I dеserve a medal, yuh
I'm a popstar, I'm so influеntial, yuh
Look at Brennan Jones, he got some potential, yuh
Got a army, I got a whole vessel