reef (us) – fta lyrics
[verse 1: reefuh]
ride on in that mozzy, lil’ brodie gon’ slang that choppa too
nike’s stompers on my body, pull up, i might step on you
my woadie got a line of yellow, sip it ’til he feelin’ blue
i just hop inside that murcielago, yellow inside, pikachu
ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
the glock got a stutter, go ba, ba, ba, ba
they run it back, then f+ck on the wife
the percocet .10 gon’ help me survive
put him in a hospital bed
he got shot in the head
artery down on his legs
he eatin’ donuts, that boy with the feds
run back, sip straight wock
get to gunnin’, i’ma dump yo spot
get to runnin’, you won’t make it far
karate kid gon’ hit the block
karate kid gon’ chop your squad
thеn dip straight out got burberry
smokin’ straight straight loud
boy i’m not surprised if they ain’t hеar of me
backwood, boy i’m on that gat sh+t
f+ck around, get yo head split
keep tweakin’ he get gaslit
rover the truck, boy i’m in this b+tch
she got a b+tt, like please let me hit
five+star wax, like this sh+t stick
put my sh+t back, like lil’ boy you not sl!ck
you ain’t got a reason
my sh+t heat, it change the season
all red line, 16 bleedin’
right on time, this sh+t demon
i ain’t mean to get so d+mn gone
f+ck the b+tch, i’m pourin’ the [?]
[verse 2: funeral]
ayy, if that’s your b+tch, then you can keep the hoe
and if i got that rocket on me, i don’t need no pole
if i find out you talk to 12, then yes, you can get stole
i dropped your partner out there lackin’ right outside the store
ayy, lil’ b+tch, i been grown hoe
they tellin’ me “calm that lil’ b+tch down” that’s not my hoe tho
if i shoot him in the f+cking head i take a photo
lil’ bih always tell me that my bae, i don’t go tho
ayy, b+tch, i’m on the highway with some gold t++th
i don’t like the way these b+tches claiming that they know me
if you really love me like you say you do, then show me
i’ll give you this glock, go k!ll my opps and tell ’em “blow me”
yuh, hoe so bl++dy, i think she want me
i need that hoe too, i think she lovely
yuh ayy, choppa it go blam, yuh
k!lled that boy on cam, yeah
i don’t give a d+mn, yeah
[verse 3: reefuh]
push start in that mozzy, lil’ boy, d.o.a (goodbye)
you come second place, boy, i’ve been number one forever
this lil’ bih be geek as h+ll, like why your sister on your header?
that lil’ b+tch a rat scat
lil’ brother, boy you is a phony
we made him r.i.p, ayy tony
give me that cash or baloney
i got this hoe at my crib wanna blow me
run up that sack give me bread on my homie
i need the cheese, hit the bank, macaroni
dot to his head, now his face pepperoni
glock 19, now his gang stromboli
sippin’ on wock, pop that perc, overdose
how many hoes in your crib? it’s like dos
you cannot pull up, get turned to a ghost
f+ck what he said, put his b+tch in my roach
smokin’ on puffer, lil’ boy you a hoe
got his b+tch at my crib with my d+ck in her throat
all of my pockets on green, they on go
pop out the cut with that fat .007
reggaeton, i poppa those uh percs
new glocks and those had sent him to the nurse
from a drive+by to a godd+mn he+rs+
he gon’ fly by, then put him in the earth
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