REAPER

(Wait hold on, wait hold on) It's the reaper, run into ya house, keep ya soul tucked I hit Chowdaaa we gon get the blunts, we gon roll up Zazaza, in my back seat, found a nug I ain't fucking with that lil bop, unless she got buns And these niggas still chicken, shout-out Roscoe Long Beach, flipped the whip on a pothole Oh they said young a bitch, we are not those Cuddi in the closet out here acting macho Piss on a ho face, call me R. Kelly Two zero zero m.p.h, what the dash tell me I'm Mama Murphy, you gon hear what the gas tell me Chowdaaa cooking up this fucking blunt, oh the gas ready Curse mark on my ass like I'm Sasuke I'll chop a nigga John wick bitch, broad-day Oh they look up to me, what the don say Got a bitch who sing to a nigga, call ha Sade It's the reaper on this beat, I'm boutta reap again These niggas reaching for the beef, chopping of a hand Can y'all tell, I don't f*ck with the middle man? They been wanting me to fail, I got different plans Bitch I had to take it back that's a W I hit everybody, saying they ain't f*ck withchu This a mass hate Keep a blick, never cared bout the stab rate Got this bitch showing ass only half way (One cheek) I'll run these Millie beats for a whole week I've been killing all these feign like I'm Kody We the real shonin mob, we shinobis Shit I'll drop the ice on her, watch the hoe freeze Me and shawty front row, we got flow seats Man I'm blowing all this dope, watch me o.d I'll have Ricky mix ya shit for a cold fee