Reece Rowan, Eisenberg, Abstract Inspector - JEEP (THE MIXER) Lyrics

Reece is crazy
Y'all never saw a red head with a dick this nice
Look at me I'm smoking weed I'm high
In Ohio hell if I know looking like Will and Orv
Make a little thang called a plane or a bike
Yes that's Wright, yes that's tight
Just like your momma's sweet pussy last night
Look at my shoes they Nike, like
Always smoking bowl is rolling go ahead and call me Rogan
If you don't that is not bogus
But you diss me I'll go rogue and kill you and your momma hoping
So let's hope you don't go boasting bitch

Biatch
Drop it and blow I'm to good with da flow
And I never go slow nigga look at me glow
I'm still the greatest at an all time low nigga
Don't try to fuck with the shit you don't know nigga
Murder fucking bars like a new Bordeaux nigga
Come to hear my voice and enjoy the fuckin show nigga
I like Arby's, Hardee's be sorry
The sandwich I had at my birthday party was bad

Feeling suicidal, Curt Cobain
Drop top JFK
American Idol, on this thang
I could go AFK and still destroy the beat
And still destroy the feature
And still deploy the creature
I'm the fucking preacher

Man I feel like that sandwich thing was a little off topic
I don't know if I should keep going
Nah man food is always on topic
Like I didn't even have to
Man just, man just rap just rap
Alright fuck it
Yeah fuck it
You solemnly stopping me
Crawl on me popping me
Listen you probably talking responsibly
My shit is possibly better and honestly
I got the feeling of modesty all on me
Hey diddle diddle went the fiddle
When I twiddle with my dick in the middle of Italian dinner
Here is a riddle for ya little brain
Little thang how you get on Kylie Jenner, Jenner

Getting obscene with a bitch
In the back of a Jeep with a bitch
I wanted to stop but she said mas, mas like Randy
Sweeter than candy
Sipping on brandy I got from your auntie
In the back of her Camry
She coming in handy giving me handies
They uncanny she a vigilante, uh

I got trickery up in my sleeve like I'm Houdini
Loving my whit and my cleve she in luck
Rub on her clit and then leave like I'm Houdini
Already said Houdini, fuck
Technical testicle spherical ass
Ethical tickle I make ya bitch laugh
Then paid her a nickel to tickle my pickle
Yo I love the way that she do on my shaft

I kill the mike like Walter White
I came to fight I put you out like brake lights
Yeah that's lights out no mennonites
I'm out of sight but never oversight
It's over right when I say it is
I'm claiming mine so he claiming his
But it's too late got acquaintances
So the conversation is over
He's a pushover
I'm in the car with his girl cause I drove her
She like my music she told me drive slower
I can't get to his house till my songs over
Revving my motor can't keep my composure
I'm bagging this green like a fucking lawn mower or grocer
My pockets big like they called Grover Cleveland
She call me a king like my first name was Stephen

I'm a gay little princess and I like bukkakes
And I might get aids but that ain't gonna stop me
Someone go fuck her she looking barbie
Cuz that ain't my type I am looking for baldies
Nah fuck that I am looking for armies
Y'all can try to come harm me
But watch out I have been farting
That shit stink like a high school party
Look at me I am clean I am leaving to get some weed, see ya
It's just the beat it's still going but he said see ya, the beats still going
It's perfect