Reign Man

[Verse 1: Frzy]
Rookie of the year boy
Fucking rookie of the year boy
Niggas wanna talk shit
Lil nigga wanna trip
Better bring a souvenir boy
Niggas 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 niggas comin’ for
The top spot
All I see is bitches wanna push
Fake niggas 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 niggas love me
They say that I’m good
And they say that they fuck
Wit my flow
I don’t do something for nothing
But nothing is something
That y’all niggas do
Like a pro
I just be chilling wit bitches
And making these riches
That’s probably why
When I say go
Ya girlie hop off her butt
And say she down to fuck
That’s when Frzy make your
Honey nut
Cheerio
Now the air is gettin’ dense
When I jump niggas flinch
Man I’m tired of these envious
Bitch ass niggas
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
Niggas 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 niggas afoot
Like where my leg ends
Tights
Young Free

[Verse 2: Frzy]
Reign Man
Motherfucker 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 nigga
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 nigga better than me
The only thing you’ll see
Is me using the front cam
First off you niggas is bitches
You bitches 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 nigga
Go back for a nigga
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga
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 nigga
You should camp out
Gettin’ money
What we all ‘bout
So kiss the game goodbye
That’s how we make out