Free Meek
Disappear on niggas I'm Houdini
Skrt skrt skrt off in a yamborghini
I know that these niggas wanna be me
California out in L.A. dime piece with a bikini on
Came in after last call
Still serve a nigga alcohol
Stackin up the bread Yao Ming type tall
Man I always knew that I was gon ball
Rappin like the nigga out in Philly
When he get home pray milly touch a billi
I got my jacket on the world be kinda chilly
Man my new girl say she want my name
Tatted up on her titty
Man I should get Ross on this
Yeah man the way I boss on this
Ice ice iced out
Yeah man I put the cross on wrist
Got medusa head all on dish
Bitch I know you see it
Smoke one open up my 3rd eye
Now I'm on top like a bird eye
Got the red fur
Yeah I went and got the fur dyed
He talkin shit
He a weak cat he a purr guy
It's Reggie bitch
All my people know that I'm the man
Villa livin chillin she don't do no spray tan
No
Ain't never settle for 100 grand
I wanna count at least a 100 mill with my fuckin fam
Yeah
How the fuck we go from eatin ramen packs
To walkin in the store and grabbin all of that
I'm throwin all tubs like a quarterback
I think Tyrese just want his daughter back
I'm blowin up like where the fuckin mortar at
Reggie spazzin out till the day I croak
Now I'm gettin money they ain't care
When I was fuckin broke
Swear to god man this the realest shit I ever wrote
Throw the money in a pool
Crazy how a nigga float
Watch out cause I'm sprayin and it's random
Me and Ray linked up that's a fuckin tandem
I ain't do the dirty work
The shooter go and blam him
Yeah I got small temper
You don't wanna see the tantrum
Chase the bag before you knew what the bag was
You hustlin backwards while you sharin ya backwoods
Had to cut em off and went and double back
Now a nigga poppin
Got me poppin like some bubble wrap
I'm goin in feelin like it's overtime
Only 1st quarter fuck it nigga gimme mine
Fuck 103 they ain't wanna gimme shine
Y'all niggas slow me down
Meet you at the finish line
Got the team workin like a motherfucka
Yeah she wanna take me down
She knew I ain't have a rubber
All you other niggas soft
Softer than some melted butter
Switchin up the flo now
Told you boys I had it covered
Did my first song in the booth
Man I knew that shit was real
Then I did another and another and another
All these niggas tell me that I got the skills
I'm sorry for the wait
The waits over
Now it's Reggie for the take over
Grew up eatin noodles drinkin all the grape soda
I'm lost now I ain't even drop a hook
Yeah she got a fat ass I ain't even gotta look
Always been thorough
Never been a fuckin crook
Writin all these songs
I should prolly write a fuckin book
Gone