Cash BFD - The Reaper (feat. Springz)

Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie
Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie
Yo these niggas is plotting
Not knowing that I'm really
With the shits
Im giving out advice nigga
You better keep ya grip
Cause I ain't never lacking
Keep it loaded on my hip
My connect name Craig
The nigga hit me with a brick
So follow me home
They gone have to white sheet ya
Cause I got the Tommy in the crib like Keisha
They might find em right on the tracks
No feature
Once I give my niggas the Q
Like Moesha
Nigga its game changing
Soon as the Caine came in
My niggas putting pain in
Over that gang banging
I ain't never dash on my niggas
Ill let a dame in
And treat her mouth like a island
Thats what we came in
Don't make me catch you slipping outside
Like it was raining
That 50 got some power to it
That's word to kanan
Nigga, I'm the nicest on the coast
The bars got em on lock
Shout out to my nigga ghost
Bet against the god and nigga
You'll lose something
Any nigga sleeping on me
I'm pressing the snooze button
Keep sleeping
And ima get back on my old shit
Three 4's all at ya covers
On some hov shit
And I bet you that you won't wake up
Hit em with the Mac that's something
That I won't make up Nigga
And I'm giving ya men ether
All Black with this big blade on me
The grim reaper mother fucker
Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie
Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie
Somebody call the grim reaper
The crypt keeper
Dressed in all black with the Mac
The grip keeper
You know a nigga slay with this K
A street sweeper, wear them once
Throw em Away I don't keep sneakers
Im fresh to death
I could leave you casket sharp
Blast and spark
Leave you in the grass with chalk
New Panamera stepped on the gas and park
You think its light
You could see that flash after dark
Nigga dead bodies on dead bodies
Thats bunk beds, niggas talking shit
But quiet soon as we bump heads
Big ass shotty the barrel the size of one leg
Catch ya lil man in the stroller
Then tap ya son head I'm grimy
Slimey as ya mother fucking pizza
Shoot ya bitch say bye to ya girl like Felisha
And this stillmatic
Im giving ya men ether
All black with this big blade on us
The grim reaper muh fucker
Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie
Word around the town
A few niggas been sleeping on me
Word is they wanna creep up on me
Just know I got the heat up on me
Im bout to dead all that
Go call the reaper homie

Written by:
curtis little

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