The Reaper Strikes Back ft. B.Goode Lyrics

Smoking on the finest, people stop and stare behind us

Puffing on these clouds

This that loud, y'all don't buy this

Rocking all these gems, tell your friends we been shining

They can never compare in the air we the flyest

Aye

Smoking on that haze

Damn

Moving out the ways

Bitch

Not up on our wave?

Running with them gem

On that gemstoned we blazed

Bitch

Take it out your days

Playing all the hate

Roaming out the way

Find it in your solar system

Gems been on the pace, hey

What's next?

Toking on the best

We been going crazy, we ain't lazy like the rest

They could never try us we gon' always pass the test

They like ants in the sand

Brush em' off they some pests

Ha

But, what's next?

But, what's next?

Walking down the block blowing smoke fuck the stress

Roll another up

Hit it twice nothing less

That's that stuff when you puff put some hair on your chest

I was reaping out the motherfucking soul

I was playing off a graveyard

Dig a ditch and go

Crypt keeper harness energy you never felt before

Don't believe the scary tales

The fuck do y'all smoke?

I been Halloween 365 with that living dead and leatherface flow

I been making horror anthems such as stealing on the low

Add in carnage, add in demon stalker

Deranged with all my flows

Might go goated on you hoes

Pull up to hotel hell in this mad world so unknown

This that new T.y and B.Goode, the fuck do y'all know?

We here to conquer all, tell em' they ain't know

What you smoke?

Man tell em' what you smoke, smoke

Smoking on the finest, people stop and stare behind us

Puffing on these clouds

This that loud, y'all don't buy this

Rocking all these gems, tell your friends we been shining

They can never compare in the air we the flyest