SMR (Silencer Meets Reaper)

I’m hot headed but I’m silent Cold hearted but I’m modest I don’t bluff I’m always honest Let you hold it if I got it Or let you hold it Cause you got it I need it now Come up off it Quiet down speak softly Don’t do a lot of talkin' Don’t speak I see people comin' Don’t move You better not reach for nothin This a stick up I don’t do this often The block hot Niggaz can’t hustle What the f*ck you think gon happen A lot of fuzz don't duck the static Nowadays gotta keep ya ratchet If he run up nigga let eem have it Face shots it’s a closed casket Now yo ass Juss a dead bastard Cautions signs you ain’t see the hazards This Glock 30 got a real ladder Don’t fall down or ya shit splattered Skip talkin' f*ck the chitter chatter My whippin' method that’s a simple batter I dropped a dot I bet the shit gon scatter REAPER I slid up like a dancer Wit the cig I’m bringin' cancer In other words that mean death The forty bangin' at ya neck Ta hit his head Aim for the neck But I could settle for his chest Ricochet then hit his back Now let’s get in to all that Keep the Forty cause I’m kreepin' My hoody on Tis the season I’m on edge juss need a reason Shots flying niggaz leaking I’m down ta do it any season Rain snow and if it’s sleeting Yeah I’m cold what you anemic I ran down with this heata To put a nigga in the freezer It sound ironic it make sense I’m doing hits behind the tents I shot a nigga thru the fence He won’t ever run again Leg shot did eem in He call his self tryna spin A headshot for his friend