Yung Chris Reeve Lyrics

​Throw the bottles in the bag

Throw like 5 in my hand

Gonna throw 'em down my throat

Feeling like I’m Superman

Got that Clark Kent flow with a top notch bitch

Getting top notch head then I burn that bridge

Don’t give a shit and I never gave a fuck

Shooters'll leave your wig split from the back of the truck

Hope you’re ready, swerving heavy Z71 Chevy

Aim steady, spray deadly, spill your guts from your belly

Never see me on the telly cause I’m really with the shits

Duckin' 12 in the telly and I’m really with your bitch

Tie you up

Steal your shit

Slit your motherfuckin wrists

Then I dip out quick

Stupid little prick

Triple up the profit

Fuckboi needa stop it

Never call the cops, shit

Make your body drop, bitch

Hellrisen out the 575

Come alive in the night

Got the hands on sight

Or the scope with the light

Act right or I might just decide

That tonight be the night that it’s time to end your life motherfucker

Dirty mutt from the rut

Got a set? Throw it up

Got a problem then What’s Up?

Got my middle finger up to anybody with an issue

Cry me a river bitch I ain’t grabbing no tissue

Say you gonna leave better believe I ain’t gon’ miss you

Cold heart in my chest that I’ve learned how to misuse