Reefah

When I look in the mirror

Sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these ****

Don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin'

'Cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock

**** bet' not come in between it

When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefer

I'ma bring the guap

And I'ma bring the hoes too

And I got my shooter, you can get your ass barbecued

Jump this motherfucker how deep

**** how are you?

Ride on yo block lookin' for you

**** where are you?

You was lookin' suspect

I ain't wanna harm you

Goin' real fast

I can show you what the turn do

Yes, I was wit' yo bitch

**** that don't concern you

Steam out the chopper

Gon' fuck around and iron you

Came out the streets made it further that the block go

All my vatos counting guap eating nachos

Acting like you ride, ****

'Till you hit a pothole

Fresh ass ****, I be flexin' on 'em macho

K let off and it's sounding like a Congo

Go in my good and it's sounding like a jungle

Ain't been back yet, I'm still runnin' from the popo

This .45 got more kick than the .44

When I look in the mirror

Sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these ****

Don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin'

'Cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock

**** bet' not come in between it

When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefer

I'm sipping on Walkers it's tasting like Kool-Aid

I love money like Jay love D'Ussé

Counting bigs band like hip hip hooray

Hundreds in my pocket, same color as a Blu-ray

Come get your fix, fuck around, be too late

Drank that you're sippin' fuck around, be bool aid

Chains on me look just like ice age

I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid

Keep sneak dissin' boy, you don't wanna fight me

Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y

When we let shots off, she was sounding feisty

Plotting on shit, she was sounding real heist-y

Lazy ass **** always worried 'bout what **** do

Wanna up the heat? ****, duck 'cause I'm finna shoot

Fuck around and hurt, **** have these shells ending you

If you get money, hit the lot' 'tell 'em Bentley you

When you look in the mirror

Sometimes I see a demon

I'm gettin' money, these ****

Don't know the meanin'

I just got to leanin'

'Cause I was double cup feenin'

Out there rockin' the Glock

**** bet' not come in between it

When I was 16 I was on the phone wit' a nina

Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers

If I still went to Dyett I would be fuckin' the teachers

Pullin' up on the 'lam and smokin' ounces of reefer