Where my reefer, yeah

Where my reefer, yeah

Where my reefer, yeah

Yeah, fuck

Where the fuck my reef, where my reef yeah

Oh, you got a nine, okay we got heaters

feel like Quincy, bitch, fell in love with Ninas

I'm collecting opps, bitch, Grim Reaper

Tryna leave me alone, like I need her

Think he close to me, he colder than fever

She want love, that bitch, she a eater

I can't love that bitch, she a eater

I can't trust that bitch, she a eater

I can't love that bitch, she's a diva

I be sipping wok, this ain't margarita

I be zoning out, tripping off that reefer

I be fucking that bitch, she a queefer

I don't need that bitch, you can keep her

You can keep her, yeah

I got bands in my pocket, I don't need her

Brand new Hellcat, I'm a speeder, yeah

Niggas biting swag yeah, wanna be my clone

Look at my fit, I'm rocking Vlone

Double C, I mix it with chrome, yeah

Double C, I mix it with chrome, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I got racks, I got loads of it, bitch

Yeah, yeah

You got motion, I got most of it

Hold up, watch it, talking bout my Audemars

Told that bitch, stop it, don't be a follower

At your neck, we crop it, huh

Real spill, no bottle, yeah

Told that girl to top me

Cause she look like a model, yeah

I'm gon' catch a homie, huh

If it's bout them dollars, yeah, bitch

If it's bout them dollars, yeah

Where the fuck my reef, where my reefer

Oh, you got a nine, okay we got heaters

feel like Quincy, bitch, fell in love with Ninas

I'm collecting opps, bitch, Grim Reaper

Tryna leave me alone, like I need her

Think he close to me, he colder than fever

She want love, that bitch, she a eater

I can't love that bitch, she a eater

I don't even know where I fuckin' got this shit from, bruh like, I'm fuckin' gone

Fuck, fuck