Reaper (feat. Tokyo Suicide)

Evil intentions I'm stepping on necks Don't need a me a mask Or a weapon I just got hands To put on yo parents Don't need an advance Just to fly me to Paris Hands on my pants But they not mine Got Abra kadabra beams all in my eyes I came through the back I come by surprise I'm crossing my t's And I'm dotting i's Wanna see, how to make a rockstar Take a little look I can show you where the keys are You don't even need a visa And I'm cooking out the oven Like a fucking pizza I been blowing on some reefa How I get the flow to get going Like Khalifa I been calling on the reaper Never picking up my call She worried that I'll leave her (F*ck) No mask or weapon, who is he testing? That boy named Smith, so we hit him with Wesson Keep a .45 in my muh fucking dresser Don't look like a killer, put him on a stretcher Wait, that lil boy an opp, run up he get popped, fucking dropped We gone send the drop Then we get the pack, like it's track, we gone run it back Then we send it back to the trap (Wait) Your bitch throwing ass in the back, aye Watch me flick my fucking wrist (My wrist) Look down all the digits reading triple digit 6 White opal my ear, why they flashing throwing fits (Huh) I been on the come up ever since I was like 6 (Uh) Evil intentions I'm stepping on necks Don't need a me a mask Or a weapon I just got hands To put on yo parents Don't need an advance Just to fly me to Paris Hands on my pants But they not mine Got Abra kadabra beams all in my eyes I came through the back I come by surprise I'm crossing my t's And I'm dotting i's