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rekky - back roads lyrics

[intro]
who knows blud, it could be a cloner
do a mazza then we kick it in a sauna
cali pounds, they be landing by the order
‘019, had a range and a porsche

[chorus]
i ain’t seen no bread from this music
i got a hundred bags in cars cah i do this
they wanna know how i made bread blud, i’m too sick
the way i’m in and outta back roads, it’s confusing
the way i’m in and outta back roads, they can’t catch me
big v8, press the pedal blud, it’s angry
do it for myself and i’m tryna feed my family
bro’s on the wing and you know i got his canteen

[verse]
i ain’t boo’d up, we catch flights not feelings
seen her try take a cheeky snap of my steering
seen the digi dash going mad, b+tch i’m speeding
trapping in the day, blow some bands in the evening
the whip’s a hotters if you see me with my gloves on
drop a box, drop a bend and we get gone
pyrex, crack on thе stove now it’s all on
still made it back, still make thе kitty’s jaw lock
she got them pretty french tips and that gold van cleef
she don’t f+ck with no bums, wants to ride with a g
what i spent on the whip, coulda copped a ap
got her screaming in the passy of a amg
i be swerving through the traffic, pulling mad gaps
with a pretty asian girl, she got a fat back
no financed whips, we pay straight cash
whip another brick on the stove and make it straight back
i do it all myself, no hand+me+downs
if i see them bx plates, i don’t hang around
sl20 got smoked, what a bunch of clowns
roll another cali spliff just to help me calm me down
i’m verified, i don’t need a blue tick
burn my clothes, now i gotta get some new drip
new kicks when i’m stunting in a new whip
panoramic roof got me feeling like a cool kid
and i just got caught in a high speed chase
got me dropping these gears, i ain’t cooking these brakes
feds think that they’re trained, they ain’t got what it takes
big bro copped a ghost, now we want wraiths
i know some crazy white lads from some council estates
put a gripper to your door and they spin it till it breaks
they be creeping in your yard, have ’em raiding the place
f+ck a anpr, we be switching these plates
i kick the f+ck out my car for some therapy
pretty girl, kinda short, she full of energy
we them top dogs, call me the pedigree
and this svr’s got bucket seats
who knows blud, it could be a cloner
do a mazza then we kick it in a sauna
cali pounds, they be landing by the order
‘019, had a range and a porsche
[chorus]
i ain’t seen no bread from this music
i got a hundred bags in cars cah i do this
they wanna know how i made bread blud, i’m too sick
the way i’m in and outta back roads, it’s confusing
the way i’m in and outta back roads, they can’t catch me
big v8, press the pedal blud, it’s angry
do it for myself and i’m tryna feed my family
bro’s on the wing and you know i got his canteen

[outro]
i kick the f+ck out my car for some therapy
pretty girl, kinda short, she full of energy
we them top dogs, call me the pedigree
and this svr’s got bucket seats
who knows blud, it could be a cloner
do a mazza then we kick it in a sauna
cali pounds, they be landing by the order
‘019, had a range and a porsche

- rekky lyrics

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