Reefah by Chief Keef
Album : Two Zero One Seven
Released : 2017
Genre : Hip Hop
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be ***’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah
[Verse 1]
I’mma bring the guap and I’mma bring the hoes too
And I got my shooter you can get your ass barbecued
Jump this motherfuck how deep, *** how are you?
Ride on yo block lookin’ for you, *** where are you?
You was lookin’ suspect, I ain’t want to harm you
Goin’ real fast I can show you what the turn do
Yes I was wit’ yo *** *** that don’t concern you
Steam out that choppa gon’ *** around and iron you
Came out the streets made it further than the block go
All my vatos countin’ guap, eating nachos
Acting like you ride *** ’till you hit a pothole
Fresh ass *** I be flexing on ’em macho
K let off and it’s sounding like a congo
Go in my hood and it’s sounding like a jungle
Ain’t been back yet I’m still running from the popo
This .45 got more kick than the .44
[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the front wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be ***’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah
[Verse 2]
I’m sipping on [?] like Kool-Aid
I love money like Jay love D’Ussé
Counting big bands like hip hip hooray
Hundreds in my pocket same color as a Blu-ray
Come get your fix *** around, be too late
Drank that you’re sipping *** around, be bool aid
Chains on me look just like ice age
I got more pints than they carry at Rite Aid
Keep sneak dissin’ boy you don’t wanna fight me
Got Tina on me and I beat it like Ike-y
When we let shots off she was sounding feisty
Plotting on *** she was sounding real heisty
Lazy ass *** always worried bout what niggas do
Want to up the heat? *** duck ’cause I’m finna shoot
*** around and hurt *** have the shells ending you
If you get money hit the lot ‘tell ’em Bentley you
[Hook]
When I look in the mirror, sometimes I see a demon
I’m gettin’ money these niggas don’t know the meanin’
I just got to leanin’ cause I was double cup feenin’
Out there rockin’ the Glock niggas bet’ not come in between it
When I was 16 I was on the phone wit’ a nina
Up in the field while you was up in the bleachers
If I still went to Dyett I would be ***’ the teachers
Pullin’ up on the ‘lam and smokin’ ounces of reefah
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