REGGIEEE (feat. r3gii)

Ay, yeah Me and Reggie boutta go crazy on this shit Yeah, ay, yeah, ay Fivio style, pop out with a foreign High off this pot, feel like I'm soaring Pray on my downfall, shit's getting boring If money was liquid, my bank'd be pouring The flow is immaculate, I'm coming back to it Reg x Jabba, f*ck all the savages Duck when you're lacking, bitch, I'm boutta stab a kid Not about mercy, I'm getting thirsty Hide this glock-9, in your bitch purse-y Got an addiction, rapping for days Keep my position, the power, it stays Made a decision, got a fair trade Trade your girl and your shoes to stop me from shooting You in the brain, I'll go insane Fuckin' with me, put you through pain 420 blaze, smoking for days This musical knowledge, a room full of scholars can't touch Don't make me blush, reach for the pistol Turn you to dust, the flows are erratic Mess up your head, I wrote a classic Like Over the Hedge, the local fanatic Pass it to Reg Added that bitch over a snap, saying what's good Then you know we on the road to fucking Me and Jabba in the stu, we cookin' up stir-fry and noodles Sit down, yo' ass blocking My twin knows this shit I'll be out of my way, I be beating the pussy Until that shit turn orange I just be counting up, counting up, counting up I got 100 bands in my left and my right pocket My shit be hot, just like hot pockets Our shit sounding like Kanye Your shit sound like muppets I just pull up in that big body Tonka I'm running up on 'em like this ain't a challenge I got so many bands, money talking I get so much bread like boy you ain't a fan of me Your shit is so regular, Mordecai, Rigby You smell so shit, boy, you smell like a pigby Wait, what the f*ck is even a pigby? (Ion know) Bro, what the f*ck