Hey Grim Reaper

Okay lets go Okay lets roll Man these bitch ass niggas cant touch me nigga Oh these f*ck ass niggas cant trust me nigga Slimy ah nigga Grimy ah nigga Yeah I smoke to ease mind prerolls i keep bout four or five My bitch talk all that shit then wonder why im steady high Roll up my gar and pray to god that peace be on my side But still im street so best believe that piece be on my side Got lean up in my kidney gotta peepee when i ride I see police they stare at me but i aint did no crime Im young im rich dont give two shits lil bitch im in my prime Grim reaper yeah i seen em i aint fold i told em hi Stick to my cabbage just like a magnet I gotta puff cuz shit get tragic If you see me up in traffic bitch dont look just keep on driving Dont move too quick gotta five five six They can shoot a hunnid shots and they still gone miss I got too much cash to the bank i laugh f*ck around lose half and ill still be rich Dont f*ck with these hoes they aint never ten toes You can give em the world and they still gone switch Like gunna i know my purpose Stick to myself cuz these niggas be lurkin Run up that bag buy my mama a burkin She the only one thats down for certain In the past i did what they asked But now they all mad cuz i closed that curtain These niggas lame trynna run they game i caught that shit mike irvin I drunk too much cant feel my gut that rover i was swerving See i took my pain and then turned that to prada One track mind everything bout a dollar All bout designer lv on my collar My money like toddlers its just getting taller Niggas want smoke but they dont even bother Call my assistant he handle my problems Thinking they slick but i read em like novels They ask why you so cocky i told em im balling Same reason i talk on the phone and now all of my bitches like bae who you calling I aint used to have pull but now i when i pull up and hop out these niggas acknowledge Now i aint roddy ricch but all this shit came perfect timing Drop hits on hits big nate dont miss my shit im steady poppin I keep it p they stalking me you free to keep on watching This kronic got couching i be flyer then a pilot I smoke to ease mind prerolls i keep bout four or five My bitch talk all that shit then wonder why im steady high Roll up my gar and pray to god that peace be on my side But still im street so best believe that piece be on my side Got lean up in my kidney gotta peepee when i ride I see police they stare at me but i aint did no crime Im young im rich dont give two shits lil bitch im in my prime Grim reaper yeah i seen em i aint fold i told em hi