Niteboi - East Coast Reaper

Aw yeah
Aw yeah
Aww
Aww yeah
Aw yeah
Yeah, reaper of the East Coast
Takin’ souls for the low
Hennessy or weed smoke? (Yeah)
No compromise, I got ‘em both
Yeah, yeah I’m the reaper of the East Coast, yeah
The way I’m livin’ I can never be a ghost, yeah
Ain’t no switchin’, Imma change up how go
Yeah, and one more shot gon’ get me
Yeah, take a night stroll, trying to make it home (Fly)
Saber lights on, dancin’ on the ground (Wow)
Throw some ice on, still can’t cool me down (Yeah)
It’s so hot, the ice it drips, D town ‘til I drown
See that J-Z-Z? My bitch is under tuckin’ (Yeah)
You talkin’ shit, forget your whip is fuckin’ monster truckin’ (Yeah)
But you got to love it, see some niggas got it, some don’t
They be watchin’ from the side while I be reapin’ the coast
(Aww yeah) Fly high, hit the peak then I float
Make this money flip, bitch, this here gon’ make me the GOAT
When I come here it’s serious, know what I be on
Lay the track down with Reek, we mix it up then we gone
(Aw yeah)
Yeah, reaper of the East Coast
Takin’ souls for the low
Hennessy or weed smoke? (Yeah)
No compromise, I got ‘em both
Yeah, I’m the reaper of the East Coast, yeah
The way im livin’ I can never be a ghost, yeah
Ain’t no switchin’, Imma change up how go
(Yeah) And one more
Aww, shawty bring that ass here
Aww, you know we be going in, yeah
(Aw yeah) Let me just address
If she disrespect the set, bust it open for a check and pay your rent
Aww, fuck with who you came with, nigga
Me and crew duckin’ pigs, scape shit, nigga (Gang)
I’l ask you this, who the coldest in the field nigga?
The lone wolf, who was born up in the Blizzard, nigga
And I’m rollin’ through the mountain tops
Yeah, I’m feeling excellent
Pushin’ pedals in the dark
Red and blue, there go the cops
But, still we ridin’ out, and I don’t give a fuck about
Who you came with or even who the fuck you feelin’ now
Gang, do the same with him, now he feeling grim, huh?
Look, mad as fuck, now he seeing how we live, yeah
Can’t keep up, you struggle trying to switch gears in them Tims, huh?
Look how my shit spin, I got two faces on the rim, yeah
Yeah, reaper of the East Coast
Takin’ souls for the low
Hennessy or weed smoke? (Yeah)
No compromise, I got ‘em both
Yeah, yeah I’m the reaper of the East Coast, yeah
The way I’m livin’ I can never be a ghost, yeah
Ain’t no switchin’, Imma change up how go
And one more shot gon’ get me

Written by:
Justin Harris

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