Reapah Thoughts Lyrics

I play bass on the beat

On that evil shit, I'm tryna kill a nigga baddie

You can't deceive me, bitch, you know I don't trust nobody

You can be my partner or my homie, I still kill your body

These demons stuck up in my head, you should just stay from rhymin

Don't let him grip up on that gun, he tryna put you under

That nigga smilin' high, he tryna light that fuckin' thunder

I want it shawty, real bad, been playin' since the summer

Fuck all that talkin', boy, I'ma get him if I want him

Stay with the clique if they not around me, and bitch, I ain't smilin

Don't be my brothers, what the fuck, behind them niggas, I'm dyin

I'm tryna stay up on my grind, but you know I'm on time

I be dreamin' bout to shine with my niggas on Saturday

This who you want, Lareepa, that boy tryna kill a people

Bitch, you can call him niggas, I'm tryna stretch all them niggas

You better watch your back, I'm plottin' on your fault, nigga

I'ma show you how that flexin' get you gone, nigga

Stretch him, strip him out his clothes, oh, woah

You know Lareepa when I'm gone, woah

I'm tryna run up in your home, back door

I promise that I'm not your friend, bitch, I want your soul

Fuck the beef up on the low, you want my head, you know I know

She ain't no keeper, she a ho, that bitch was lyin' from the go

I ain't gon' beef about no ho, but I'ma get you, yeah, you know

I ain't so motherfuckin' broke, they just don't wanna leave me alone

I'm in my feelings, stay from around, I need the money, need it now

Bitch, you cross the fuckin' soldier, Dylan Shorter said I told you

Ain't no respect, bitch, I'ma fold you, bitch, my heart broke and I can't focus

Bitch, my heart broke and I can't focus, bitch, my heart broke and I can't focus

On that Eva shit, I'm tryna kill a nigga, baddie

You can't deceive me, bitch, you know I don't trust nobody

You can be my partner or my homie, I still kill your body

These demons stuck up in my head, you should just stay from around me

Don't let him grip up on that gun, he tryna put you under

That nigga smilin' high, he tryna light that fuckin' thunder

I only shot it real bad, been plottin' since the summer

Fuck all that talkin', boy, I'ma get him if I wanna

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