Reggie Hunter by luhdeem

Lyrics:
Man I need a fucking bag
A young player hungry as hell where Mariah at?
I pull up on her skrt skrt bitch get in The back
She tried kissing on my lips

Bitch please get back
You can't sit in the front seat that's for My gat
Draco on the side im a villain
I shoot up rats
Smoking on your pack right now
This the loudest gas
Shit did you just fucking fart that smell Like ass

Nah that's a dead body
Once you hear the slide clock back you know I caught a homi
Pro painter I pull up I paint the whole lobby
I don't got no gun in the back
That's a whole rocket

Got some C4's too
I don't even really wanna meet I might spit on you
Half a deuce of wock in the cup
I need a thirty too
Oh you say you know where I live?
So what you gonna do?

Wear that bitches face like a mask I Feel despicable
See my dad I rob his ass I leave him bleeding too
Take his clothes right off his back he Gonna need medical
Pump shotty knock you back it got you Screaming

Shit yea I think he dead
I don't think his eyeballs supposed to Be popping out his head
Smoking on that cherry gelato I went Through twenty grams
Who and who you said got what?
Let's backdoor them man

And I mean right now
Bitch asked me if I wanna pipe
Huh not now
Choppa got a go-pro on it recording Gun downs
Hollows leave a hole in your chest
Ill rip your heart out

This is the police open up
Shit get down
Man fuck it

If they ever charge me with something I had a key on me
Connections I got long as a book
What you got for me
Man said he wanted some black
You wanted tar or weed
You can either pay right now
Or get hit for free

We got mob ties
I don't need your money for bail
I'll get out fine
Woke up started smoking a blunt
I think my lungs fried

Shit aight
Woke up started smoking a blunt
Yea my lungs fried
I just dropped a pill on the floor
Fuck I might cry
Stick a couple xans in my ass shit im Too high

But not too high to drive a car
Where the keys at?
Sold one connection got three hundred
That's a real fact
Shot him one time in his ass made him Sit back

I ain't ever beat on that hoe
I just spit on her
Told that bitch don't check my phone
You get your feelings hurt

Call me Reggie Hunter
If I can open up that pack
And i dont smell nothing
I can tell that shit ain't gas
You selling real bammer
Here open up my bag
I got some fent clusters

Reggie Hunter Prod By JR 808

luhdeem

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