Ham Bome & Jijo Prods - No Reggie Lyrics

(Aye Jijo, you made this?)
Yeah, he do this shit on the regular
I'm always smokin' on gas
You always smokin' on regular
Keep it real, that's a fact
Stay away from pretenders
Fully loaded in the strap
I gotta keep it extended
I hope you get it
Passin' bag after bag
Watch for snakes in the grass
Keep your cash in a safe
Gotta make sure it lasts
No face, no case
That's if you have on a mask
Make a break from the jakes
If they is up on your ass
Runnin' state after state for the packs
Fast lane man, I hope you don't crash in
If you know I love you, I'll give you my last lil' bit
Built it back when they gave me the scraps
Give me that money, I'll know how to act
Pop out of that- (what's that?)
With that automatic (Okay)
I made them back up in traffic (back it up)
I made it out of that paddy wagon
And I hopped out that bih like "what's hannin'?" (what's up)
Callin' me, Hammy Skram With the Proper Package
Had to wrap him in plastic (wrap it up)
If you ain't givin' it right I'ma send it back
I only want the fantastic (yah)
The real will live on
Everything else will perish
Yeah (yeah)
Speakin' this shit on the regular (shit)
I'm always smokin' on gas (pack)
You always smokin' on regular
We talkin' snaps on the petrol
They know I fill up on premium (that's it)
Tank full on the regular (shit)
Just be talkin'; et cetera (shit)
I won't let go, I'm attached
I gotta keep it extended
I won't let go of my racks (naa)
I'm puttin' these hoes on the benches
F*ckin' her till I'm long winded
Come to see me like a main attraction
One night and then it's fade to black
Wanna ride on the slopes
Like a day up in Aspen
Grab your skis, I'll give you all of the traction
I got her up in my bed again (whoa, whoa, whoa)
She fell in love with the work off a perc
All oxy, no aspirin (yeah)
Pop a pill, her pussy splashin' (pop it)
Pool on it with a passion (sheesh)
Leavin' her wet, now she mad tense
I'ma run to the money, take mad risks
Yeah (yeah)
I do this shit on the regular (shit)
I'm always smokin' on gas (pack)
You always smokin' on regular
I won't let go, I'm attached
I gotta keep it extended
Fully loaded in the strap (boaw)
I'm pointin' it right at you bitches
Double up, I hope you get hit
You know I'm elite
They searchin' niggas
But f*ck it, I keep the beretta tucked
Don't worry about me, you know I'm graves
I do this shit on the regular