REACH Lyrics

When I pull up my foreign exotic

Not your regular, this a big body

Yeah my bitch got ridiculous body

I might fuck around catch me a body

She be like do you love me? (ha, yeah)

I told that bitch probably

I got rich and I ain't go to college

I know they'll kill me for some dollars

I might slide in yo bitch DM

Beat it up like the BPM

Imma treat it like we just friends

Ain't no telling what seats I'm in

Brand new tires, I'm screeching it

My bitch she bad, I'm bleaching it

Straight to the top, I'm reaching it

I put em to bed, deceasing them

I ain't tryna go out like a crash dummy

Imma send that boy a halo

I ain't talking reach

Walking with that fucking fire on me

I'm finna up that bitch

Talking out yo fucking neck

That's how you get deceased

I don't really see nothing but the dollar signs, that's all I see

Wake up in the morning

Count my money before I brush my teeth

Make my bitch roll up the weed, I'm gone smoke me a tree

Bitch I don't love you I just want the cheeks

Bitch I don't love you I just want a freak

I fuck with you cus you fuck for free

All them commas I done ran up

That's the main reason she wanna hang with us

Not blaming her, not claiming her

I'm broken hearted on God

Yeah I'm good as long as you are

I think I be working too hard

I think I been on the road way too long

It's going down in the moshpit

You better run me yo pockets

Percocet made me a monster

Shitting on bitches like Rodrick

I'm finna fuck me a bop lil bitch

I'm tryna come fix her posture

Stepping on necks every time I walk outta the building, I feel like a Martian

Alienated like Roger

I don't even know why I bother

Yeah I'm riding round town on forgis

The glovebox hold my 40

Yeah the space coupe like Rick Morty

Break a bitch heart, don't say sorry

I fuck a bad bitch raw no Maury

I got some Plan-B's, bitch don't worry

When I pull up my foreign exotic

Not your regular, this a big body

Yeah my bitch got ridiculous body

I might fuck around catch me a body

She be like do you love me? (ha, yeah)

I told that bitch probably

I got rich and I ain't go to college

I know they'll kill me for some dollars

I might slide in yo bitch DM

Beat it up like the BPM

Imma treat it like we just friends

Ain't no telling what seats I'm in

Brand new tires, I'm screeching it

My bitch she bad, I'm bleaching it

Straight to the top, I'm reaching it

I put em to bed, deceasing them

I ain't tryna go out like a crash dummy