Bready - Reflections (feat. Xertz)

Xertz in the camp
Campaign everything please and thanks thanks thanks
Campaign everything please and thanks
Gave her the d she asked for fangs
After it felt like blood bank
Move in like war tanks
Bready swerve a bitch with no credit
Like a loan bank bank bank
Bank on the wrist
Bank on the fist
Bankruptcy don't taste too lish
Bae on the bed she a dish
Eat her up like she a fish
Only want extreme pays
Ain't even extreme days
10 Thots on my d
Imma give her reality
My name Xertz
I came from the dirt
Run up on me you get put in a hearse
No they can't fuck with me
I promise to you bitch
I'm shooting em first
Living in luxury
I murder that nigga like he was a verse
Drop top swerving
High tech serving
I been so high
I ain't on this planet
My head to the sky
They don't understand it
I just pop percs sipping codeine
What you know bitch
I'm the whole thing
Tell me what you really know
Nigga you slow keep up with the flow
Niggas they talking they doing the most
Boy you a bitch from your head to your toe
Nigga I fuck your auntie your grandma your sister
I fuck that bitch and I don't even miss her
I put that dick all in a stripper uh yeah
I don't even tip bitch
I'm gon run it up
Double cup in my bentley truck
Double up sipping out the cup
Sipping codeine I don't give a fuck
Xertz in the camp
Campaign everything please and thanks thanks thanks
Campaign everything please and thanks
Gave her the d she asked for fangs
After it felt like blood bank
Move in like war tanks
Bready swerve a bitch with no credit
Like a loan bank bank
Xertz in the camp
Campaign everything please and thanks thanks thanks
Campaign everything please and thanks
Gave her the d she asked for fangs
After it felt like blood bank
Move in like war tanks
Bready swerve a bitch with no credit
Like a loan bank bank
When I look in my direction
All I see is my reflection
When I look in your direction
I see a lotta shit that they don't show
But I just act like I don't know
I just have to put it in my flow
My heart's colder than the snow
That's just how this shit gon go
I'm all good man I suppose
Ain't no room for me to grow
One more shot and i'll turn ghost
Ride my wave hop on my boat
Niggas they rats but the goats
Chilling with my bae on the east west coast
Don't need shit nigga I don't boast
That just how this shit gon go
I'm all good man I suppose
I just tryna put it in my flow
Tell me what they really know
When I look in my direction
All I see is my reflection
When I look in your direction
Tell me what I really see

Written by:
Christopher Rampersad, Tristan Clarke

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