Frzy - Reign Man lyrics

[Verse 1: Frzy] Rookie of the year boy f**ing rookie of the year boy n***as wanna talk sh** Lil n***a wanna trip Better bring a souvenir boy n***as act like they hate me But I know that they love me ‘Cause they know I'm going far ‘Cause they all on my bars Like Coyote Ugly Now these n***as comin' for The top spot All I see is b**hes wanna push Fake n***as actin' like we Best friends Best buds like that OG Kush Me and my entourage In the strip club All we need is Ari All I see is donkeys on the pole This is one hell of a Democrat party These n***as love me They say that I'm good And they say that they f** Wit my flow I don't do something for nothing But nothing is something That y'all n***as do Like a pro I just be chilling wit b**hes And making these riches That's probably why When I say go Ya girlie hop off her bu*t And say she down to f** That's when Frzy make your Honey nut Cheerio Now the air is gettin' dense When I jump n***as flinch Man I'm tired of these envious b**h a** n***as In my presence Grinch I can see ‘em gettin' tense ‘Cause my money's intense They call me Illuminati All I see is dead bodies That should probably put A six to my sense n***as know I'm all about the likes Gettin' followers is getting' harder Probably why they Putting out crap They all about tap I'm bottled water They know about The left and the right When it comes to the fights But they so middle of the road They be staring like a deer In headlights So know who I be When they callin' out Free ‘Cause I be what they see In the night ‘Cause I'm a dream They be dreamin' They dreamin' of semen ‘Cause they see me comin' They might wake up with sweat And a stare ‘Cause I am a nightmare So they better prepare For a fight That's why I gotta stay put ‘Cause fake n***as afoot Like where my leg ends Tights Young Free [Verse 2: Frzy] Reign Man Motherf**er said Reign Man Shout out to my dog in the A In the south give a paw Bet he do it with the left hand I'm the cool n***a In the Ray Ban's Wit a bunch of dollars In my right hand Makin' it rain on ya chick Putting money on her head Like she running from A hitman Tell mami do it for the bands Tell ya emcee I ain't a fan If I catch ya boy On a backstreet You ‘gon see more than A boy band Oh boy Now I'm feeling like young Cam When they hear the boy flow They like got dam Picture a n***a better than me The only thing you'll see Is me using the front cam First off you n***as is b**hes You b**hes is snitches So run and tell that While y'all that dude wit the gat I'm that dude on the map While that gram that you push Is an app I just might snap on a n***a Go back for a n***a If he's ever running his yap Then I'll go back while You stay in the trap See I really cross country Y'all n***as run laps It's a wrap This a good reign no doubt This a good reign no drought I want my name on the list With the best out So high even the pope Couldn't cross out Y'all n***as think Y'all the best out Everybody a trapper When they first out All up in the kitchen Working they wrist out That's cool my n***a I'd rather eat out Got ya baby mama And she turned out Hit her five times You would think I fouled out She only saw me coming ‘cause I pulled out Must be a rebound The way I get the box out I go all out When they fall out Frzy in the house little n***a You should camp out Gettin' money What we all ‘bout So kiss the game goodbye That's how we make out