Reaper Lyrics
Undrop the feenie, overdid it with the car scent
Super ham doggy far away from being Clark Kent
Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that’s where my heart went
Ain’t no water gun, but I’ll pull up, leave the park drenched
Wood full of ah, think I’m running out of oxygen
Young as hell, but I know the game like I’m Popovich
Megatron, throw the bag up, I ain’t dropping shit
Scamstar fluke ID, it say Dominic
Off a ten probably got a script, I could cop a brick
It’s SBDSM how I’m not the shit
Can’t waste time, but no matter what the clock gon’ tick
Chillin’ at the top, my opps at the bottom pissed
Red eye, cut the traction off, I might pop a wheelie
If you made something out of nothing, then you got to feel me, shit
I don’t know magic but it look like it
Trying to catch this wide body, it’s gonna have the hook flying
It ain’t take shit, push the pedal and I shook by ’em
Hit the side street and cut the car off
Shit, look at me, I’m my neighborhood’s finest
No head, zero cap, I’m a starboy
What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, hellcats fleeing from the scene?
Staying on Go everything green
That money coming fast, I’m serious
Engine too loud, I ain’t hearing it
Four, a lil’ cream my experiment
Aye, find a route, I’m coming for my folks like Harriet
I know she bad but she got miles like Darrius
I’m thinking bout a brand new Benz, the AMG
I done put two best friends in just two seats
It’s common sense you don’t work, you don’t eat
They might think I’m banging crip, I rock two Cs
Before I go, put codeine in my IV
I hope you know it’s hard out here and harder to leave
Lately, I’ve been scouting these baddies, I’m building a team
This paper got me doing magic woke up in a dream
What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, hellcats fleeing from the scene?
Staying on Go everything green
Chillin’ at the Waldorf eleven hunnid a night
Press a button top peel off, I’m loving this life
Ask a bitch how she feel is we fucking tonight
I was a badass kid, I was covered in white
Look at me now, I’m froze neck covered in ice
Look at the kids they staring when I stop at the light
Look at the hoes, they see me they fucking on sight
Ghetto married to the gang threw a bucket in rice
Am I in love? Hell yeah, in love with the pint
But she ain’t got her own bag, she aint really my type
I show love and they stab me in the back with a knife
I took the knife and cut dough with it, now we alright
What you know about top-down sunset California drip?
What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, hellcats fleeing from the scene?
Staying on Go everything green