MR. REAPER Lyrics

Ha, We in the field like it's Jeepers Creepers

I'm taking niggas souls out they body call me "Mr. Reaper"

Don't run up on me boy I swipe you like a card with this beeper

I hit yo chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her (Ha)

We got them drac's and AR's and you know we tote them F.N's

I got a shorty that wanna come, I told that bitch to bring her best friend

That nigga acting on the net until he seen us and he fuckin' ran

We shoot him in the leg, he ain't got nowhere to go, that's a dead end

Ha

Aye bitch turn me up

Bet them bullets leave his body red like Kool-Aid in the cup

We put that boy up to the sky cause y'all tried to boot him up

We got the blades on the chopper, try something you get cut

Aye

A lot of diamonds on my body, yeah I'm freezing

Try to run up on us wrong, bet my gang get to squeezing

My evil twin take your face off for doing all that cheesing

Me and my gang we the hottest, yeah we burning every season

Man if it's up, then it's stuck just like some tape or like some glue

Aye I'm the sickest when I'm rapping, man they think I got the flu

We pop that boy up in his head, then we leave without the clue

This Glock a roast his body up like it's making beef stew

Ha

We in the field, got it looking like it's Jeepers Creepers

I'm taking niggas souls out they body, call me "Mr. Reaper"

Don't run up on me boy, I swipe you like a card with this beeper

I hit your chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her

I'm shooting movies with this Glock and you know it got a extended clip

Had to fill his body up to the sky, that's a extended blimp

Just like gymnastics, I'll shoot this stick around, make him do a flip

Have his mama crying at his funeral, now they screaming "R.I.P"

My eyes red lil nigga, I'm a demon

That lil shorty wanna fuck, told that bitch to catch my semen

You know I make the block hot, have all these people screaming

Acting tough, I beat you up like my last name was "Freeman"

Ha

We leave a nigga dead, we roll him in a Swish

My evil twin got a beam, best believe that he won't miss

Man this Tec make a nigga dance like he do the twist

I knock that boy to the ground and I ain't talking bout a fist

Man all that trolling on the net, tell me what you wanna do four?

That boy said he got a gun, but we know he ain't gon' shoot it tho

They keep on thinking I ain't like that, but they don't even really know

We pulling up in all black, extended mags at the corner store(Ha)

We in the field, got it looking like it's Jeepers Creepers

I'm taking niggas souls, now they body call me "Mr. Reaper"

Don't run up on me boy, I swipe you like a card with this beeper

I hit your chick then kick her out right after, I don't really need her

(Ay, it's YNB)

(Man y'all know what's going on, I'm back)

(Ha)