Grim Reaper Lyrics

I swear this shit is getting fucking deeper, had to cop me a wood to roll up this Sativa

Yeah, ya baby she on me, I know things I can teach her

Yeah, she callin me over to see if I'm tryna eat her

Playing that shit so loud, it's breaking the fucking speaker

Don't you speak on my name, little bitch, when you stuck on the bleachers

And y'all can't talk no shit about me if you look like a creature

Taking bitches off the map like the fucking Grim Reaper

And Babi, don't wrap wit no bitches, cause you're all beneath her

So don't go talking out ya ass, the choppa performs procedures

I'm telling you that you don't want it, so go take a fucking breather

It's Brat, bitch, don't know why you niggas keep on sleeping

And you can't prove that we did shit without the receipts bruh

And if a nigga talking down on me, I'ma just CTRL , ALT and Delete em

They know what I'm about to become, so they try to be dickeaters

They play a fake ass role, and change their whole fucking demeanor

They said the grass ain't always greener, either way my swag always gets cleaner

And I've always been a motherfucking overachiever

And if you didn't believe in me, trust me, you're gonna be a believer

And I'ma keep making these haters sick like they got fucking Hay fever

And trust me, I always keep my heater

And by the day, I swear you bitches getting weaker

And you niggas so worn out like fucking old sneakers

I really hate when bitches, be attention seekers

But I think she fuck with me, I couldn't tell, I couldn't read her

Now this girl mad at me, cause I'm not a mind reader

Oh My bad, that's my fault, I didn't wanna mislead ya,

So I put her on my team, and now she's my fucking cheerleader

I swear this shit is getting fucking deeper

Had to cop me a wood to roll up this sativa

Yeah, Ya baby, she on me, I know things I can teach her

She calling me over, to see if I'm tryna eat her

Yeah, playing our shit so loud,

it's breaking the fucking speaker

Don't you speak on my name, lil' bitch, when you stuck on the bleachers

And y'all can't talk no shit about me if you look like a creature

Taking bitches off the map like the fucking Grim Reaper

And Babi, don't rap with no bitches, cause y'all all beneath her

So don't go talking out your ass the choppa performs procedures

I'm telling you that you don't want it, so go take a fucking breather

It's Brat bitch, don't know why you niggas keep on sleeping