"Reach" lyrics

Glock on me, why the fuck you getting ripped?
Draco came off a fucking ship
You ain't getting money, shut your fucking lips
These good quality clothes, bitch, don't call it drip
Mob boss, nigga, how I fucking live
True to myself, that's just what it is
Fired up his ass, yeah, I called the blicks
Told y'all these niggas wasn't on shit
Keep talking down, bitch, I get a kick
Bankrolls rolls, remember those when I was a kid
God damn, ho, what you pay for that weak ass fit?
Don't wear that shit again, man, leave it in the crib
My fucking name on this fucking crib
A big ass house, that's just what it is
And it ain't just for me, it's for my family
And you can get a chair if you ain't standing me
I just took your bitch, how bad it be
Got niggas in the trap and they don't wanna leave
Got niggas on the block and they don't wanna leave
I pop a pain killer, nigga, not Alieve
And if I see the cops then I am not relieved
And I be getting bands, you don't gotta believe
Most of you niggas know about me
I ain't gotta preach
They see what I teach
Everything I say got some reach