​machiavelli ​reefuh

[Intro]
(I have to kill you now)
(R. E. E. F.)
(R. E. E. F.)
(R. E. E. F. bitch)
(Reef, bitch)
(Ha, no cap, ugh, go)

[Verse 1]
How 'bout you give it up
It don't get better than Reef
You was better off watching the cinema
Money for bond if I turn to a visitor
Y'all versus me, eh, the chances are minimum
Remember when I put it on God that I ain't normal?
You get whacked 'bout a bitch like I'm Greg Norman
I'll lay down the hood like I'm George Foreman
Akorn till the morning I'm still pouring
Lil brother OD'd on a thrill and they still mourning
Gave this bitch a year and she still boring
You could cut off my hands, boy, I'm still scoring
They been sleep on the kid and they still snoring
Bill Cosby, it's fuck 'em
My lil sniper from outta the states, so I call his ass Tris Cucker (Chris Tucker)

[Pre-Chorus]
Hunnids and fifties, lil reefer just rap about money
What if I was spitting 'bout titties, my lil brother die 'bout some titties
Or maybe a bunny, I'm fresh out the tomb like a mummy
You fresh out the womb, 'cause I'm fucking yo mummy
X made me crash like a dummy, get to that cash like I'm Dami
Promethazine looking pissy, the Glock told him nose, now he runny