Baby Reaper of ATL Lyrics

Yeah

Everybody left, but the pain is still here

Everybody said they wasn't gon' leave

But I'm out here by myself

I feel like I'm isolated, locked up

Nobody care, they don't give a fuck

I feel like I'm from Milwaukee

I'll kill anything for my bucks

(Yeah)

Nigga talk he know what's up

Nigga running out of luck

I got a Glock on me

Even in rush hour, I gotta keep it tucked

She flock to me when I throw her bread

I call that hoe a duck

The Glock talked to me, I don't know what it said

But imma' make you understand

Nigga talking yeah, they know what's up

I can't trust a bitch or a fucking slut

They'll see any nigga wit' some money and they gon give it up

Im coughing on this opp pack, yeah this some different stuff

(Had to make it stuffed)

I feel isolated

But, I gotta keep that Glock on me

Everybody talking shit, but I'm the only one that's not running

Everybody talking shit, but I'm the only one that's got money

Everybody talking shit, but I'm the only one that's not gon' tell when the cops coming

My bitch gon' pop when I tell her pop for me

I'm the only one that's gon' keep it real

Ain't none of these niggas 100

These niggas say they got a bag on 'em

But every time they get around me, yea, they want some

I don't get it, I'm the hottest in the city

Be 'bout yo' business before I go taking yo' bitches

She don't hear shit you say

But when she see my money, she gon' listen

Keep on talking, before I pop twice at yo' fitted

These niggas can keep talking, I don't give a fuck 'bout no critics

I'm a gravedigger

Niggas ain't on shit, and you know that

(Yeah, yeah)

I'm 'bout my money

It ain't shit to talk about

I want a hundred right now

So pussy nigga don't run yo' mouth

(Yeah)

I got a trackhawk, so I'm gon' catch you

If you run around

I got two fists, and the street

If you want a round

I'm up 5-0 and you'll know

If we keeping count

I shoot the Glock outside

It don't matter, I just love the sound

Pussy nigga we could flood the street

It's all up to me

You got yo' hoe by flashing money

I can take the hoe for free

Didn't yo' bitch ass tell when the cops was coming

Yo' pussy ass think you something

But I heard in yo' gang you ain't nothing but a crash dummy, and a store runner

Didn't yo' bitch ass tell over 400

(Damn)

And yo' ass wanna' joke around like some fuckin' shit funny

Yo' ass always talking bands, but you fucking ran, soon as shit hit the fan

I don't get it

(Ha, ha, ha)

As a matter of fact I don't want yo' bitch

She fuck wit' pussy niggas

She a lesbian, cuz' she walk 'round with 2 pussies wit' her

(How she got 2?)

I'm talking 'bout the one between her legs, and you pussy nigga

(How she got you?)

I don't know, go figure

(Pop)

Nigga be switching sets

(You a false flag, nigga)

Nigga be begging hoes for sex

(What you call that, nigga)

You was wit' the blues, now you wit' the reds

(Opp on Opp ass, nigga)

Yo' bitch ass think this shit a game

So I left yo' ass for dead

(Yeah)

Got to keep the money where I'm…

Money where I'm at

Real fat

Pockets real fat

Pockets real fat

Pockets real fat

Pockets real fat

Real fat

(Yeah)