Reefer Reefer Reefer

By Corey Patrick

On Sensimilla

Released on April 7, 2020

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[Chorus 1]

Got it, cheaper

Syrup, reefer

I been, eating

I ain't, sleeping

I just poured me up a four

And now I’m seeing demons

Put the money on the floor

The dice is always cheating

The marijuana screaming

And I just brought the team in

I just took an Adderall

And now I'm Willie Beamen

These pussy niggas hating

Tryna put me in the cement

Told my bitch to plan a fit because I'm going in

Aromatic backwood, what I roll it in

She ain’t gotta act hood but I know she is

I probably see a hundred M's

She tryna have my kids

She fell in love because I really am not average


[Chorus 2]

Smuggling, we smuggle

Reefer, reefer, reefer, reefer

Jeepers creepers

Check my peoples, peoples, peoples, peoples

Pumping molly out the

Speakers, speakers, speakers, speakers

Ounce of raw, boy that's my

Sneakers, sneakers, sneakers, sneakers

Laughing like a damn

Hyena, -ena, -ena, -ena

That's your bitch, boy she a

Eater, eater, eater, eater

That's my Glock, yeah that's my

Nina, nina, nina, nina

Ask who ready, ho's like

We are, we are, we are, we are


[Verse 1]

Shit, I love my reefer

Mary Jane, I fucking need her

Tied the knot to Mary twice

Just like some fucking sneakers

My kush up in Beverly Hills

Just go ask fucking Weezer

And just because we fucking

Don't mean that I like her, either

That’s where I wanna be

These pussy niggas wannabes

They hating on a nigga, ’cause they

Shawties wanna fondle me

I'm, off a fucking bean

I’m sipping that promethazine

I loaded up the clip

And got so high I had to Caribbean


[Chorus 1]

Got it, cheaper

Syrup, reefer

I been, eating

I ain't, sleeping

I just poured me up a four

And now I'm seeing demons

Put the money on the floor

The dice is always cheating

The marijuana screaming

And I just brought the team in

I just took an Adderall

And now I'm Willie Beamen

These pussy niggas hating

Tryna put me in the cement

Told my bitch to plan a fit because I’m going in

Aromatic backwood, what I roll it in

She ain't gotta act hood but I know she is

I probably see a hundred M's

She tryna have my kids

She fell in love because I really am not average


[Chorus 2]

Smuggling, we smuggle

Reefer, reefer, reefer, reefer

Jeepers creepers

Check my peoples, peoples, peoples, peoples

Pumping molly out the

Speakers, speakers, speakers, speakers

Ounce of raw, boy that's my

Sneakers, sneakers, sneakers, sneakers

Laughing like a damn

Hyena, -ena, -ena, -ena

That's your bitch, boy she a

Eater, eater, eater, eater

That's my Glock, yeah that's my

Nina, nina, nina, nina

Ask who ready, ho's like

We are, we are, we are, we are