Smoke Boys – Banter lyrics

[Chorus: Reeko Squeeze]
All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter
And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer
Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda
And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber
I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta
Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper
I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving
That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement

[Verse 1: Reeko Squeeze]
If you're talking 'bout rap, I rap what I do on the pavement
If you're talking 'bout straps I don't know fam, that's entertainment
I got beat like Max I shoot from the cannon like Kaylum
And I P's in the trap, you're foods wack mine's okay den
I'm doing shows with the bro's and they know I don't really like raving
Gyal call me ghost, okay I'm suttin like snakes then
Dey don't know about smoke I'm ashamed to call them my paigon
I'll run up in your home with the mask like Freddie and Jason
Amm-Amm coming in loads, you can ask Cript and Sleeks
I didn't wanna know, after I hear that my man beat
Run around screaming fam, can never be my family
Run around screaming gang, cah your hairs like Chief Keef

[Chorus: Squeeze]
All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter
And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer
Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda
And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber
I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta
Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper
I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving
That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement

[Verse 2: Knine]
Flow so rare, hit it from the rear then I'm skating
Like feds in my rear, double S on my tee, no vest on me
Invest your P's if you wanna see your money lengthy
This 35's lengthy, down if you my enemy
Ring-ring trap, all this Nokia's telling me
Do it for the family, man you niggas just friendly
The louds way realer, put you on flames on flare not do up
Don't be stacking up too much cake, all my brothers need lunch, breakfast, dinner
Tell a girls friend she's inner, I just wanna be in her
Popeye I need my spinach, load up the spinner, go get the dinger
This the kind of shit that I'm in to, put a red dot on your head like a Hindu
Pop you like a pimple, not difficult simple

[Chorus: Reeko Squeeze]
All these niggas wanna joke and all these niggas wanna banter
And none of these niggas want smoke, none of these niggas want cancer
Connect came with both, black and white looking like a Panda
And she got hair like Rose, smoking amm on a Amber
I'm blowing dope in the mots big spliff coming like a rasta
Gyal call me ghost, matter fact call me Casper
I'm doing road with the bro's and dey know I don't really like raving
That's smoke on the roads, smoke on the street and the pavement