Reggie Hunter 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