B2REEL by B2R Lyrics
[Intro]
B-reel gang on the mic (ayy, ayy)
Too real, yup
[Verse 1: Lil Swam]
Sometimes we be too real
I'm not gonna ask you how do you feel
Fucking with the boys, yeah, you know the deal
Lit Squad shootin' the bitches like b-reel
I'm not gonna sit here, taking all that shit
You'd drop a diss track, but where's your hit?
When you come around all I smell is cat piss
You lacking all the traits to make it in this rap shit, sack it
Lyrical composition, like fire is definition
Like pussy I got the kitten, like bars I'm in federal prison
Better keep that blunt on rotation, always feeling like I'm in the race
Like water I'm wet like the sensation had when she done came
And I feel it in my brain like on-sight, it's gone awry
Don't know why these bitches think I took a break and fucking died
Like, why you gotta come up into trapts and tell a lie
About the time you snuck inside and stole some shit just to survive
I ain't saying I never did some snake shit up on the line
Like the time I fucking kicked my best friend out of my life
That shit get me to my core but nowadays I cannot feel
So we dropping this banger because we be too real
[Bridge: LokiStel]
Too fuckin' real, too fuckin' real, too fuckin' real
You know the deal, you know the deal
Me and the boys are too fuckin' real
You popping pills, you popping pills
Shit fuckin' kills, shit fuckin' kills
Me and the gang, yeah
Me and the gang, yeah
[Verse 2: LokiStel]
I'm too fucking real, say I'm a dick, look like a bic
And that's how you feel, jam in my fel, I'm ringin' your bell
She's saying I'm stelly, well bitch I'm Lil Stel
Drop a mixtape, not a mistake
Said that shit bang, featured the gang
Now I'm in the game, I don't feel like a player I feel like a boss
If I was a player I'd be going Goff
Talking bout realness I'm turning it off
And hitting these bitches, man it's gotta stop
Is it because of the pills that you pop?
It's melting your brain I can tell when you talk
On fucking air and you waving a Glock
On Instagram and you snapping your cock
You make me laugh and then Milly Rock
Got the advance, I'm still on the clock
LS the gang, and Scenic the block
Smoking so strong, I feel like the rock
Commanding my ship, feelin' like Spock
I'm special teams, your shit I will block
I'm the real deal, no not a mock
Just wearing socks like a sexy sock hop
Not gonna crash, I'm going non-stop
Just gonna rap, no fucking pop
I would if I could, and maybe I should, rap out the hood
I'm wishing I could, lay in the wood, confront you I should
That shit would feel good, can't pay your plug, you lie like a rug
Stealing my drugs, not just some nugs, cry bout your mug
Pest like a bug, shit had me shook, the grave that you dug
Stealing my dog, man you got a pug
Acting all nice, man you just a punk
Knowing you stunk like a fucking skunk
So fucking short, use you to dunk
How did I trust you I must have been crunk
Won't fucking lie I got fucking punked
Fire in me, you fuckin' sparked
Dog in me, now fuckin' bark
Not afraid to meet you in the park, I waited for you and it got dark
I should have known it was you from the start
I just didn't have the fuckin' heart
So fucking low you stealing Wal-mart
In ten years, you looking Paul Blart
Now you exposed, you stinky like fart
Picture on board, rapology darts
I fuckin' snap, and you never snapping back, spine that you lack
You running shit wack, you smoking crack, respect that you lack Fading to black, you fucking bitch
Out of a diss, two-face a disgrace
No place to stay, my game you can't play, can't trust what you say
Snake fucking bitch
Wish I opened that door, and show you what for
Cocky as fuck, got some good luck
Forgive me for trusting, in your face I be cussing
Use your nickname to play some mindgames
Diss you should fear, get him some clippers his beard is weird
[Outro: LokiStel & Lil Swam]
Fuck that dude, you ain't ever call Trick-Trick!
Fuck MGK, B-Reel 2!
Bitch that's a diss track!
Alright, should we call that a diss track? (No)
B-reel gang on the mic (ayy, ayy)
Too real, yup
[Verse 1: Lil Swam]
Sometimes we be too real
I'm not gonna ask you how do you feel
Fucking with the boys, yeah, you know the deal
Lit Squad shootin' the bitches like b-reel
I'm not gonna sit here, taking all that shit
You'd drop a diss track, but where's your hit?
When you come around all I smell is cat piss
You lacking all the traits to make it in this rap shit, sack it
Lyrical composition, like fire is definition
Like pussy I got the kitten, like bars I'm in federal prison
Better keep that blunt on rotation, always feeling like I'm in the race
Like water I'm wet like the sensation had when she done came
And I feel it in my brain like on-sight, it's gone awry
Don't know why these bitches think I took a break and fucking died
Like, why you gotta come up into trapts and tell a lie
About the time you snuck inside and stole some shit just to survive
I ain't saying I never did some snake shit up on the line
Like the time I fucking kicked my best friend out of my life
That shit get me to my core but nowadays I cannot feel
So we dropping this banger because we be too real
[Bridge: LokiStel]
Too fuckin' real, too fuckin' real, too fuckin' real
You know the deal, you know the deal
Me and the boys are too fuckin' real
You popping pills, you popping pills
Shit fuckin' kills, shit fuckin' kills
Me and the gang, yeah
Me and the gang, yeah
[Verse 2: LokiStel]
I'm too fucking real, say I'm a dick, look like a bic
And that's how you feel, jam in my fel, I'm ringin' your bell
She's saying I'm stelly, well bitch I'm Lil Stel
Drop a mixtape, not a mistake
Said that shit bang, featured the gang
Now I'm in the game, I don't feel like a player I feel like a boss
If I was a player I'd be going Goff
Talking bout realness I'm turning it off
And hitting these bitches, man it's gotta stop
Is it because of the pills that you pop?
It's melting your brain I can tell when you talk
On fucking air and you waving a Glock
On Instagram and you snapping your cock
You make me laugh and then Milly Rock
Got the advance, I'm still on the clock
LS the gang, and Scenic the block
Smoking so strong, I feel like the rock
Commanding my ship, feelin' like Spock
I'm special teams, your shit I will block
I'm the real deal, no not a mock
Just wearing socks like a sexy sock hop
Not gonna crash, I'm going non-stop
Just gonna rap, no fucking pop
I would if I could, and maybe I should, rap out the hood
I'm wishing I could, lay in the wood, confront you I should
That shit would feel good, can't pay your plug, you lie like a rug
Stealing my drugs, not just some nugs, cry bout your mug
Pest like a bug, shit had me shook, the grave that you dug
Stealing my dog, man you got a pug
Acting all nice, man you just a punk
Knowing you stunk like a fucking skunk
So fucking short, use you to dunk
How did I trust you I must have been crunk
Won't fucking lie I got fucking punked
Fire in me, you fuckin' sparked
Dog in me, now fuckin' bark
Not afraid to meet you in the park, I waited for you and it got dark
I should have known it was you from the start
I just didn't have the fuckin' heart
So fucking low you stealing Wal-mart
In ten years, you looking Paul Blart
Now you exposed, you stinky like fart
Picture on board, rapology darts
I fuckin' snap, and you never snapping back, spine that you lack
You running shit wack, you smoking crack, respect that you lack Fading to black, you fucking bitch
Out of a diss, two-face a disgrace
No place to stay, my game you can't play, can't trust what you say
Snake fucking bitch
Wish I opened that door, and show you what for
Cocky as fuck, got some good luck
Forgive me for trusting, in your face I be cussing
Use your nickname to play some mindgames
Diss you should fear, get him some clippers his beard is weird
[Outro: LokiStel & Lil Swam]
Fuck that dude, you ain't ever call Trick-Trick!
Fuck MGK, B-Reel 2!
Bitch that's a diss track!
Alright, should we call that a diss track? (No)