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Reaper Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Ayyyyyy
Sup, get this shit for fuck
Real shit, I've been tryna get it gone
I'ma send a couple hundred every time he call the phone
Ock told me keep my head up
And that shit gonna keep me strong
Lil CJ ain't that cell, pray to God he makes it home
Thirty shots to hit his body, but the money on his dome
Swear to God that I'm a reaper, watch me up and take his soul
When I'm fucking off a perc I tell a bitch to take it slow
Now I'm taking all these drugs
And my momma doesn't know
It was 18 hours, me and Jerrod stuck up on that road
Now I'm really doing numbers and I never did a show
I was patient for that money, learned to stack them watch it grow
I was really off them Xannies, I was posted at the store
All them junkies they all love me cause I learned to work the stove
Yeah I'm white but I still up because I'm known to blast the pole
You can call me for the green it's fire prices on a boa
I don't smoke up on my opps, they addicted to the blow
CJ gon' catch me a body on my youngins they on go
Say, yeah her pussy fire but I'd rather have the throat
Tryna stack up on my money, used to sleep up on the floor
And my bitch done caught me cheating but I told her I don't know
Real shit, I been tryna get it gone
I'ma send a couple hundred every time you call the phone
Ock told me keep my head up and that shit gon' keep me strong
Lil CJ in that cell, I pray to God he make it home
Thirty shots done hit his body but the money on his dome
Swear to God that I'm a reaper, watch me up and take his soul
When I'm fucking off a perc I tell a bitch to take it slow
Now I'm taking all these drugs and my momma doesn't know
I don't remember being broke, now my pockets knotted up
All the opps they say they sliding but that shit ain't adding up
When I had to take it home, dumb bitch ain't do enough
When I heard that he was telling know I had to call the bluff
He can diss up on the net, now his face is on the rug
I'm a white boy from the natti that can rap like is you dumb
Now saying he a killer but his ass ain't one of us
We can smoke up on the opps, watch they ashes turn to dust
Pass that shit