REGGIE Lyrics

Tired of feeling down like I need a hug

If I'm coming to your town I might need the plug

Purple drank and purple Kush just a little buzz

Smoking on that reggie you can't hang with us

Tired of feeling down like I need a hug

If I'm coming to your town I might need the plug

Purple drank and purple Kush just a little buzz

Smoking on that reggie you can't hang with us

Big Gqosh in my mouth I've been rolling up

Why that nigga Psylent always smoking loud

Bad things in my life I can't talk about

Spraying at the walls I'm bringing roaches rouches out

No doubt I'ma slide on gawd

No clout just ride for the squad

Loddy doddy I'm at the party

With you shorty can't top me less it's sloppy

Look I just came turned this rapping to a hobby

Put the game in check then slided out in Nike

Before I got cocky that bitch ain't never love me

I'm faded of the xanns she give me brain while I'm unconscious

I aint made it yet too steady for my baby steps

Checked in with my g's offset they me told baby raise the flag

So I'm gonn represent get respect then earn these cheques

Chris Jonhson on your side you niggas couldn't tell was next

Yeah

You know it's Psylent Note

On y'all regular rapping ass niggas

We don't fuck with y'all

It's lit

Tired of feeling down like I need a hug

If I'm coming to your town I might need the plug

Purple drank and purple Kush just a little buzz

Smoking on that reggie you can't hang with us

Tired of feeling down like I need a hug

If I'm coming to your town I might need the plug

Purple drank and purple Kush just a little buzz

Smoking on that reggie you can't hang with us

I'm a big boy grew a pair I don't give fuck

If she got a fetish for the sack then I might give a fuck

That's just what I'm bout

look I came out of the slums

Bro got broke by bitch I watch him go from champ to chump

What you know about love

Thought your ass was smart coming with your open arms

Exposing your heart damn you let that bitch inside

She ripped it apart now you back up ar the club need a bitch to back it up

Can't blackout the memories let's smoke and fade 'em out

Can't relate to none these rapping niggas talking bout

Can't debate on who's the best these boys ain't bars

We can jump on tracks today I bet on God I'll chalk 'em out

You not walking what you talking what fuck you stand for

I been hooked in the booth bro I'm like a payphone

Don't care who in the cut grow green as Piccolo

And still don't give a fuck I'm a fucking gigolo oh