this is inspiring me to make my own FNAF referenced song. amazing job dude

Uhh.. who gave him the mic. GIVE THE PERSON WHO GIVE THIS GUY THE MIC SOME MONEY AND CREDIT.

I promise I'll work on my album soon but in the meantime here (on all plats) 

Lyrics:
You say you better, you cappin’
These bitches fuck with my rappin’
I got a bitch and she latin
She got an ass and an accent

You are a turtle to rabbit
I see the money I grab it
Hop on the beat I’m relaxing
Making these bangers, my habit

Yeah I’m the one that been did it
All of these haters been shittin’
I just cook up like a kitchen 
You ain’t a man you a chicken 

You say you rap, you can’t rhyme
And I just win all of the time
Shout out the homies like pine
No stripper I’m on my grind

That ain’t your bitch she a hoe
No bread you making no dough
The beat my greenlight I go
I got your girl at my show

But she be movin’
The bitch she groovin’
You cannot prove it
But I be boomin’
And I be mother fuckin’

Boomin’ I’m cruisin’ I’m movin’ I won’t take it slow
While yall be losin’ not provin’ not groovin’ cause all yall are hoes
But I be choosin’ she loomin’ I’m smooth and she love all my clothes
Y’all haters doomed and you're gloomin’ I’m zoomin’ fuck all of my foes

It’s been so long
I swear to god
I cannot see your face
Every single fucking day
Like just get out of my space
Got you on my mind all the time swear to god you’re in my head
Cause the way that you’ve treated me got me feeling like I’m dead
Yeah you slaughtered me
It bothered me
Now all of y’all appalled of me 
I’m sippin’ juice like robbery
Ain’t got time for apologies
Now you wanna start the problems, wanna start the fucking smoke
You got me writing ‘bout your ass, but when the beat drop I’mma go 

Go crazy
And I might hit up on your lady
She hitting my phone all of the time she call me baby
And now she asking me out I’mma leave it at a maybe
Cause I just wanna kick back and relax, I’m hella lazy

We do it
We move shit
Yeah Brett Reef on his new shit
Your crowd is fucking haunted with the way that they be booin’
They calling me a pirate with the way I’m with my crew and
I be going I be flowin’ bad lil’ bitch she get to rowin’ 

On my boat
Dropping all these bangers yeah I’m feeling like the goat
Say I am a prophet? Yeah I’m preaching all this hope
How can y’all be dissing when your music is a joke
Yeah my name is Brett Reef but I am not talking dope

Yeah she walk with me 
She talk with me
We walkin’
Rock with me
She wantin’ me
We talkin’
1, 2, 3
Like little B
You joshin’
Come with me
And then you’ll see
This boss shit

This boss shit
We drop shit
We blastin’ Brett Reef at the party and it’s poppin’
Just because I hit you up ain’t mean we locked in
That lil’ bitch she tryna get inside my pockets
We pop in
We pop out
That bitch, yeah she dropped out
She knocked out
She passed out
Now she got her ass out
But I’ll have to pass now
I’m keeping my class now
Yeah I’ll never back down
I’m countin’ my racks now

Can’t be replaced cause my spot yeah nobody ever could fill it
You will know me on the beat because I’m the illest that did it
Just like a fire, you feel it
I make ‘em bounce to the ceilin’ 
Don’t give a fuck what you feelin’
And all the bitches they willin’

Just like the devil I deal it
My fucking talent, concealed it
Up on the track I’m the realest
Ass goin’ nanners I peeled it

They goin’ crazy like chill it
We bringin’ fire to buildin’
They want the beef while I’m grillin’
I’m feelin’ purple, I killed it

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