Nerve - Reece’s Peeces lyrics

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Ayy, treat me mean
But her back so sweet like Reece's Pieces
(Reece's Pieces)
Where'd you learn to shake like that?
Got her screamin' out to Jesus (Oh my God)
Oh oh my God, man
She was a saint, but now she a demon (What?)
Couple o' cups of the Henny and Coke
But I swear this a business meetin' (Nah)
Treat me mean
But her back so sweet like Reece's Pieces
(Like Reece's what?)
Where'd you lеarn to shake like that?
Got her scrеamin' out to Jesus (Oh my God)
Oh my God, man
She was a saint, but now she a demon (What?)
Couple o' cups of the Henny and Coke
But I swear this a business meetin'


(Business) b-bubble tea with an influencer
She infectious like influenza
Buy a crib before I pick the Benz up (True)
One day, I'll be a big spender (Yeah)
Who knows where this shit gon' end up?
All I know is I'ma be on top
And drive 'em crazy like Vic Mensa
Drive 'em crazy like Cee-Lo
Wolverine, I'm goin' beast mode (True)
If I buy 'em, I keep those (What?)
Son, your shit is gettin' repoed
Keep it simple, yeah, I free flow (Free)
Nothin' but net: free throw (Swish)
Actin' dumb off of vino (Ah)
Either the red or the pinot (Yeah)
Swear that I got the cheat code
(I got 'em all)
I'm-I'm at the club and I hate it
All o' you fuckers are basic
(Get out of my way)
They-they tryin' to beat my game
So, boy, just come up and say it
(Just say it)
NOOnE NETWORK got it on lock, son
There's no point in debatin'
Yeah, you rap
But you sound like him and her and him
So, nah, I don't rate it

Pull up your socks, this is a bop (What?)
Get so hype on my own shit
Now my fans all think I'm on rocks (Ha)
They try and test me, I'm tickin' the box
(Box) stir fry this in a wok
Made this beat in five, then I kill it in two
Then watch it pop, make an earthquake
Bang, when the speakers knock
Pull up your socks, this is a bop
(It's a bop) get so hype on my own shit
Now my fans all think I'm on rocks
(On rocks)
They try and test me, I'm tickin' the box
(Box) stir fry this in a wok (Now what?)
Made this beat in five, then I kill it in two
And watch it pop, make an earthquake
Bang, when the speakers knock

Big-Big-Big Nerve with the hot sauce (Ha)
Spit so quick, got a lockjaw
Now they all pissed off and I'm like
"What for?" jokes, I know what for (Ha)
I got more steez than your whole damn clique
Just up in my sock drawer
Just up in my, ayy, oi (Nah)
Girls, save a horse and come ride a cowboy
(Yee hah) she keep makin' that loud noise
Then we get kicked out the house, oi
(Ah, shit)
Swear that’s your mate, not our boy
Swear they ask me
"When's my time to shine?"
A ha, I'm like, "Now, boy" (Now)
Showed her I got some skill
This tongue not just for rappin', like wow
God damn, pull up your pants (What?)
Rep-Reppin' that down under all day
But my outfit lookin' Japan (Ha)
And we got hunnies in the crew
Go and turn your girl to a fan (Uh, uh)
Yeah, we got hunnies in the crew
Go and turn your boy to a man
This is my show, don't watch no Stan
Go on then, go on then, hate me again
(Hate me) bet-bet he gon' hate me more
When I'm payin' more tax
Than his yearly rent (Ha)
But still, money never bought you friends
(Crispy, tell her) copped hate back then
Now they tryin' to switch up
Too late for amends
Ah, pull up, pull up in a Subi
Outback, son, I ain't drivin' a Benz

Pull up your socks, this is a bop (What?)
Get so hype on my own shit
Now my fans all think I'm on rocks (Ha)
They try and test me, I'm tickin' the box
(Box) stir fry this in a wok (Wok)
Made this beat in five, then I kill it in two
Then watch it pop, make an earthquake
Bang, when the speakers knock
Pull up your socks, this is a bop (A bop)
Get so hype on my own shit
Now my fans all think I'm on rocks
(On rocks)
They try and test me, I'm tickin' the box
(Box) stir fry this in a wok (Now what?)
Made this beat in five, then I kill it in two
And watch it pop, make an earthquake
Bang, when the speakers knock

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