L Young - REAPER

(Wait hold on, wait hold on)
It's the reaper, run into ya house, keep ya soul tucked
I hit Chowdaaa we gon get the blunts, we gon roll up
Zazaza, in my back seat, found a nug
I ain't fucking with that lil bop, unless she got buns
And these niggas still chicken, shout-out Roscoe
Long Beach, flipped the whip on a pothole
Oh they said young a bitch, we are not those
Cuddi in the closet out here acting macho
Piss on a ho face, call me R. Kelly
Two zero zero m.p.h, what the dash tell me
I'm Mama Murphy, you gon hear what the gas tell me
Chowdaaa cooking up this fucking blunt, oh the gas ready
Curse mark on my ass like I'm Sasuke
I'll chop a nigga John wick bitch, broad-day
Oh they look up to me, what the don say
Got a bitch who sing to a nigga, call ha Sade
It's the reaper on this beat, I'm boutta reap again
These niggas reaching for the beef, chopping of a hand
Can y'all tell, I don't fuck with the middle man?
They been wanting me to fail, I got different plans
Bitch I had to take it back that's a W
I hit everybody, saying they ain't fuck withchu
This a mass hate
Keep a blick, never cared bout the stab rate
Got this bitch showing ass only half way
(One cheek)
I'll run these Millie beats for a whole week
I've been killing all these feign like I'm Kody
We the real shonin mob, we shinobis
Shit I'll drop the ice on her, watch the hoe freeze
Me and shawty front row, we got flow seats
Man I'm blowing all this dope, watch me o.d
I'll have Ricky mix ya shit for a cold fee

Written by:
Logan LeCesne

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