Reaper ft. KILLKIDD Lyrics

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her

We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature, Bullets heat you up leave you running with a fever

SKYWALKER you a demon nah nigga Im the reaper

She stay on her knees you would think I was a preacher, 100 on the dash I ain't talking about no meters

She say you don't love me baby you don't love me either, You got Niggas I got bitches we some loyal cheaters

When I was in school I ain't listen to the teachers, I was skipping class getting doom up in the bleachers

When I was freshman I was fucking all the seniors, When i was a sophomore I was robbing all the dealers

Like uh who want it come get it, Im the king of my city, Durk can't fuck with me, Herb ain't this litty

Nah Nigga I'm not dissing, I go platinum when I'm pissing, All you rappers some bitches, Can't out sell these snitches

So I'm gunna 69 the game but ain't not snitch in me, Business is business I'm making hits just like fuck u mean

Just because I'm quiet lil pion ain't no bitch in me, I keep a 23 like Curry when he shoot with Draymond Green

Im balling just like Kobe in his prime, You Pray to Allah Nigga I pray to a nine

Smith & Wesson gone sing like Aretha, She gone play em we gone steak him then gone bake him like Anita, Make her rain hurricane I ain't talking about Karina

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her

We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature, Bullets heat you up leave you running with a fever

SKYWALKER you a demon nah nigga Im the reaper

She stay on her knees you would think I was a preacher, 100 on the dash I ain't talking about no meters

She say you don't love me baby you don't love me either, You got Niggas I got bitches we some loyal cheaters

Boy you know who sent yo mans up, Pussy get yo bands up

This .45 in my pocket make it hard to keep my pants up, Slim should have tripped lil bitch I would have sent him to the damn sun

Mama know I'm killing shit she look at me like damn son!, I'm the killa that kill killas bitch

Fuck tk that dead stupid bitch, If I could bring her back I would do that just to rekill that bitch

Kay and Dee didn't lack head in your phone how you die with your blick, We do walk ups fuck a drive-by that's how you die in your whip

Ay Angel boy I know where you be at, I got yo bitch sucking dick she gargle in some knee pads

Yo homie got stomped out and all y'all did was go and tweet back, Almost got caught in that car you must have laid that seat back

I'm the real Easton grim reaper, I'll chase you out your sneakers

I spent a lot of nights out on that block trynna delete ya, It ain't too hard to make a pack go grab your gat and then you creep up

Yo bitch a demon off the yak, I call her up she'll let me link ya

That's why yo

Yo wifey is a eater, I wouldn't pay to keep her

We gone rob yo ass let you think u getting a feature, Bullets heat you up leave you running with a fever

SKYWALKER you a demon nah nigga Im the reaper

She stay on her knees you would think I was a preacher, 100 on the dash I ain't talking about no meters

She say you don't love me baby you don't love me either, You got Niggas I got bitches we some loyal cheaters