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DJ Kay Slay

"Reputables"

[Intro]
And we continue on (This is a Goddy Production)
Big shout out to Maino, ByrdGang Shoota, Hell Rell
Come on!

[Chorus]
I only f*ck with reputable n*ggas
If you get out a line, come and step to you haters
Reputable n*ggas
(Big shout out to Sammi J and Hook)
I got no time for buss ass n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Ah, yeah, Where are all my connect for a kilo
THrow up money to their hitters with the reico
Ah, my lil n*ggas turn shooters, they smoking for some meat meal Pumas
Am that n*ggas but they hanging to a minute
When they heard about your past and they know it ain't just lyrics
Got these b*tches asking questions, screaming yeah I heard it, live it
Heard he pulled up in the projects with when them bellies
Yeah I did it (yeah i did it, yeah I did it)
Met a bad b*tch on Instagram, I think the feds saw my Instagram
Yeah, uh huh, they roundsman and these n*ggas doom
Only graves for these n*ggas soul
Street sweeping in the Louis Duffel, pillow case on the nozzle
Not a sound as moffel, these sh*t my enemies don't get away
Tell 'em am coming worded Kay Slay


[Chorus]
I only f*ck with reputable n*ggas
If you get out a line, come and step to you haters
Reputable n*ggas, give me your reputable hitter
I got no time for buss ass n*ggas

[Verse 2]
My past is sorted and it's all recorded
Been holding cash the IRS couldn't ignored
Been making plays on Broadway, no performing, clapping
No applaud if it didn't go according to the plan
I was the six man scoring, coming off the bench like J.R
Smith with a A.R, spit quick, sound like thunder okay y'all
Make fake thug sing like Tamar
Dad told me no matter how intense the pressure get
A real king won't subject himself to peasant sh*t
f*ck the retorick, Am a pessimist on a precipice
At the edge of this, seeing the definite, definite
My moves devenish, to the law, I'm a reverent
But to my dogs am benevolent (shooter)
It's indisputable, irrefutable, my position in my gang is reputable

[Chorus]
I only f*ck with reputable n*ggas
If you get out a line, come and step to you haters
Reputable n*ggas, give me your reputable hitter
I got no time for buss ass n*ggas

[Verse 3]
They hating while am absent, but never in my presence
Flick ashes on you dirty little n*gga, you a peasant (yeah)
If I ever say what's up to you, consider it a present (uh huh)
My gift from me to you n*gga, bricks from Peru n*gga (yeah)
f*ck your link in Bio, just pour a liquor in his cupid
Tell your girl to take my number, I don't think she refuse it (no)
Talking G, you ain't even got a dial (uh huh)
Stomp a lame n*gga out blazier go stare (yeah)
Jesus on my neck but I ain't quoting no scriptures
I was f*cking with the grand before I uploaded b*tches
The torch got passed down by Cares One (One)
From Fat Joe to Big Pun, but didn't I got that sh*t done (yeah)
Am born gangster rap back on his death (I did it)
Sucking on your girl titty, still getting breast fed
America's nightmare, But living my dream n*gga
Tryna fit a hundred racks and Balmain jeans n*gga (yeah)

[Chorus]
I only f*ck with reputable n*ggas
If you get out a line, come and step to you haters
Reputable n*ggas, give me your reputable hitter
I got no time for buss ass n*ggas

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