Reefah lyrics

[Chorus]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money, these n*ggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock, n*ggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be f*ckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

[Verse 1]
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 motherf*ck how deep, n*gga how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin' for you, n*gga where are you?
You was lookin' suspect, I ain't want to harm you
Goin' real fast, I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit' yo b*tch n*gga, that don't concern you
Steam out that choppa, gon' f*ck around and iron you
Came out the streets, made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin' guap, eatin' nachos
Acting like you ride n*gga 'til you hit a pothole
Fresh ass n*gga I be flexing on 'em macho
K let off and it's soundin' like a congo
Go in my hood and it's soundin' like a jungle
Ain't been back yet, I'm still runnin' from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44
[Chorus]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money, these n*ggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock, n*ggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be f*ckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah

[Verse 2]
I'm sippin' on Wockhardt tastin' like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D'Ussé
Countin' big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix, f*ck around, be too late
Drank that you're sippin' f*ck around, be bootleg
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 soundin' feisty
Plottin' on sh*t, she was soundin' real heisty
Lazy ass n*gga always worried 'bout what n*ggas do
When I up the heat, n*gga duck 'cause I'm finna shoot
f*ck around and hurt n*gga, have the shells endin' you
If you get money, hit the lot 'tell 'em Bentley you
[Chorus]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I'm gettin' money, these n*ggas don't know the meanin'
I just got to leanin' 'cause I was double cup feenin'
Out there rockin' the Glock, n*ggas bet' not come in between it
When I was 16, I was on the Front wit' a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett, I would be f*ckin' the teachers
Pullin' up on the Lam' and smokin' ounces of reefah