Bands in my pocket
All these bands in my wallet
You want a band, pocket watching
Oh, he a fan on my momma
Walk to the bank and this guala on me
This lil' bitch a donut, wanna fuck me for free
Like this not a deli boy, get off my meat
26 mil for a 8 bar feat
Pockets on green, these bitches Luigi
This bitch is a bird, don't want fuck you tweety
She want sex, I told the lil' hoe to go 'n tweet me
They got a problem, well I am not intervening, uh
You so Weenie Hut Junior, you can't get up on my level
She got a teeny butt, hooters
Full minivan with a squad full of shooters
Step in the mirror and talk to the devil
Sit down and I breathe 'n they give me a medal
Reap what you sow 'fore you meet with the metal
I'm in the cut sippin' drank outta kettle
I'm in the cut sippin' drank, this not Wockhardt
Darth Vader mask on like he met with the father
Peeny brain bitch, bro shot he the shotta
7.62 and it grrata
They like, "it's not fair," go and grow a pair
Rick Ross, I like peaches in pears
Off that perc, paranoid boy I'm scared
G19, G19
She got a patty, lil' bro im rewinding
Lil' bro too fat can't fit in the scat (fat ass)
SRT in the cat (vroom vroom)
Smoking on cat piss, they like lil' bro you so dirty
Fuck around, talk on my name, he get buried
Walkin' 'round wit' that bitch, better scram, better scurry
Matter fact, lil' bro leave in a hurry
Glock make him stand up like the jury
Kung Fu Panda hit this bitch, fist furry
Saw me turn the corner and that bit' got worried
Like, I told you so many times
But again 'n again, you blow my mind
Get dressed, feelin' mediocre
Then I looked in the mirror, felt great
They wanna get Reef rich one day
They wanna get Reef bitch one way
Pockets on green, these bitches Luigi
This bitch is a bird, don't want fuck you tweety
She want sex, I told the lil' hoe to go 'n tweet me
They got a problem, well I am not intervening, uh
You so Weenie Hut Junior, you can't get up on my level
She got a teeny butt, hooters
Full minivan with a squad full of shooters
Step in the mirror and talk to the devil
Sit down and I breathe n' they give me a medal
Reap what you sow 'fore you meet with the metal
I'm in the cut sippin' drank outta kettle
I'm in the cut sippin' drank, this not Wockhardt
Darth Vader mask on like he met with the father
Peeny brain bitch, bro shot he the shotta
7.62 and it grrata
Foot on the gas, bronem step on the pedal
I'm tryna double that sack, fuck the treble
That is not money, that's just yo' embezzle
25 grand spent alone on this bezel
That's not balenci, that's straight offa clearance
Focus on money, boy fuck yo' appearance
Brother rock Gucci to give it endearance
I'm way too high off that perc, I'm not hearing
Shoutout to Weial, that's my sister been steering
Pop me a .30, then pop me a .10
G Wagon, boy I'm in 5% tint
Shoutout my dawg, boy that's Cyber 'n them
Torch him, fye him up get 'em in a tent
I been gettin' rich, I don't know where they been
And I'm with his bitch, prolly why he bent
Sippin' on wock, overdosed on tris