D-E2Loud - SMR (Silencer Meets Reaper)

I’m hot headed but I’m silent
Cold hearted but I’m modest
I don’t bluff I’m always honest
Let you hold it if I got it
Or let you hold it
Cause you got it
I need it now
Come up off it
Quiet down speak softly
Don’t do a lot of talkin'
Don’t speak
I see people comin'
Don’t move
You better not reach for nothin
This a stick up
I don’t do this often
The block hot
Niggaz can’t hustle
What the fuck you think gon happen
A lot of fuzz don't duck the static
Nowadays gotta keep ya ratchet
If he run up nigga let eem have it
Face shots it’s a closed casket
Now yo ass Juss a dead bastard
Cautions signs you ain’t see the hazards
This Glock 30 got a real ladder
Don’t fall down or ya shit splattered
Skip talkin' fuck the chitter chatter
My whippin' method that’s a simple batter
I dropped a dot I bet the shit gon scatter
REAPER
I slid up like a dancer
Wit the cig I’m bringin' cancer
In other words that mean death
The forty bangin' at ya neck
Ta hit his head
Aim for the neck
But I could settle for his chest
Ricochet then hit his back
Now let’s get in to all that
Keep the Forty cause I’m kreepin'
My hoody on
Tis the season
I’m on edge juss need a reason
Shots flying niggaz leaking
I’m down ta do it any season
Rain snow and if it’s sleeting
Yeah I’m cold what you anemic
I ran down with this heata
To put a nigga in the freezer
It sound ironic it make sense
I’m doing hits behind the tents
I shot a nigga thru the fence
He won’t ever run again
Leg shot did eem in
He call his self tryna spin
A headshot for his friend

Written by:
Dennis Alexander

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