​sweet tea lyrics

[Intro: reef]
Oh-woah
Oh-oh, oh

[Verse 1: reef]
I just walked up in Saks Fifth, I spent a bag
He really mad it cause we came up on them racks
Twenty bands first class with some color bags
Speeding bullets from the future get left in the past
Oh-woah, oh-woah, I'm up in that Forgiato [?]
I been sipping Wockhardt, left me slow-mo
Flash back with my brothers, smoking dirty Joe
Switchblade gotta cut, cut, cut, cut
Percocet up in my gut, gut, gut, gut
Trynna feel up on her butt, butt, butt, butt
She get dirty down low like a mutt, mutt

[Verse 2: scruff]
I don't think I want it any more, more
And I can't think unless you give me more, more
I'll never understand what you're here for-or
Pass me a honey bun, what I'm hеre for, for
Pull up with a gun, gun, gun
Everybody gon' run, run, run, run
Me and reef up in thе back and we having fun
Put that boy on my pack just to weigh a ton
[Verse 3: reef]
Why I keep a stick like Harry Potter up in here? Yeah
Boy, I think you crazy, come and try me if you dare
Walk in the party with Scruff, two shots, point blank, finna get roughed up
Smokin' on dank, go to my lugs up to the bank, I don't give a f*ck
Okay, boy, let's get it, let's go, let's go, let's get it
You ain't really with it, shot with the Glock and I'm splittin' his wig in
Done with an opp, Andrew Wiggins, I pull out the Glock, ain't ever missing
You can tell me never kiss [?]

[Verse 4: scruff]
You're so special, I, I'm in the back, but you won't text me, why?
Will you give me a chance to be brighter? And I'll give you a chance to be nicer
Still be in love, won't come running back, I'm not a ho
I need my love back, it was a loan
Ten gunshots straight to your dome, you should just go, leave me

[Verse 5: reef]
You and me get even, let's get even like it's Steven
Boy I'm evil and mischievin', ha, so much, he was [?]
Left him permanently sleeping, I don't think he's dreaming
I knew the Perc was fake, but I still ate it, I'm a demon, ha
You not rockin Ricks, boy, them Kobes, yeah
Chopper flash him in the pic no Adobeyeah
Striker on the cut, no shinobi, yeah
Left hand with the Glock like Ginóbili, yeah
[Outro: scruff & reef]
You're so special, I, I'm in the back, but you won't text me, why?
Will you give me a chance to be brighter? And I'll give you a chance to be nicer
Still be in love, won't come running back, I'm not a ho
I need my love back, it was a loan
Ten gunshots straight to your dome, you should just go, leave me
Oh-woah, oh-woah, I'm up in that Forgiato [?]
I been sipping Wockhardt, left me slow-mo