Slim Reaper Lyrics

Bitch, I always been the type to split a hat Catch another opp, I'm finna split him back

Told the bitch, stop playin', I ain't goin' tit for tat

I just ran down on this block, where your pole at

Switchy on that Glock, tap that button, guarantee kill

Niggas never ever had a bag, he don't know how money feel

Get the drop on that nigga, block im finna kill bill

Tired of niggas talkin' like they slide, but they ain't spin still

Slide up on this block with the chop, I'm finna flash out

Pull the band out, then the bitch pull her ass out

I can hit the bank and pull out a hundred bands now

Slim Reaper when I'm in the field, I'm tryna hoop now

Take a nigga's soul, then cross over, he can't get it back

Put the dick in the bitch's stomach, make her call me dad

Brand new Switchy on that Glock and a brand new bag

I just slid down on this block in a brand new Jag

Turn a opp nigga to lunch meat, he a cold cut

Yo, lil' bitch up on the blade, I'm like, for sure nuff

My young nigga said he want the pole, I'm like, for sure neff

Get a opp nigga all in his body, he ain't got nothin' left

Make a play, then I go home, bitch, I gotta rest

I just slid on that nigga, block, there's some shots left

On the road, told her, drive safe or you gon' get wet

Like that one team in the game, I give the nigga sweat

Hit his block with the Switch and wake his ass up

Early morning, wake up and get my bag up

40 hit him all up in his chest, made him bag up

4-5, make a nigga tight just like monkey nuts

She be eating dick and she gon' spit, bitch, sloppy as fuck

I just put a nigga on the tune just like Donald Duck

4-5 came with a broom, get him swept up

4-5 came with some hands, get him punched up

Told them lil' niggas I'm tryna hoop, I feel like the Reaper

All them lil' niggas, they finna hide, I guess I'm the seeker

Hit a nigga with a home run like I'm Derek Jeter

Fuck her on a beat, a nigga bitch, and my wife beat her

Chopstick got a big scope, I'm a sightseer

4-5, make a nigga sing, he sound like Alicia

Slide on that nigga, block, cause I'm a whole demon

Hit his head and get the nigga gone, cause I love reapin

Told the bitch, ain't no TLC, wheels not creepin

Told the bitch, when you in the crib, shut up, no speakin

He said he had a bag, where is that? I cannot see it

Glock got a beam, so when I up it, you know you can see it

Told the bitch, I don't fuck with you, so I won't see you

4-5 came with a mouth, let the blick eat you

All this fuckin' motion on the road got my mood happy

Hit a opp nigga with a cane like a granddaddy

While them niggas talkin' on the net, bro, they so chatty

Slide down and get that nigga gone, cause I got the addy

A hundred and a chop, give him fifty, cause he so chatty

When I hit your bitch from the back, your bitch call me daddy

All them niggas on the ten, bitches, they ain't even active

Add another bag to the safe, cause I'm money stackin

Slam Reaper with a chopstick, told him, come hoop

Hit a opp nigga and his whip through the sunroof

Lil' bro actin' like a bitch, he just talk smooth

Run down on him and hit his whip like a carpool

Told my nigga, when I up the blick, shoot, that's your cue

When you wanna stand on to the truth, they gon' believe you

4-5 came with some glass, so it see-through

Chopper hit him all up in his body, let him see-through

Bitch, I told them niggas, come hoop

I'm really the Slam Reaper, nigga

I ball like I'm KD, get my opp nigga thirty-five

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