Big Scarr - Grim Reaper

(Red dead, I'm so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)
Woah (Frozone)
Woah (Frozone), woah (Frozone), let's go (Frozone)
Big Frozone (let's go)
I'm him, I'm who they want to be (let's go, let's go)
Let's go (let's go)

Woah (woah)
I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it)
My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch)
Scat pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again)
Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again)
No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow)
Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah)
I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah)
I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom)
Thirty racks stuffed in my pocket (boom)
Strapped up with that rocket (boom)
He dead if he thinkin' 'bout robbin' (he dead)
I'ma pull up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin'
These rappin'-ass niggas be flodgin'
And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work
Then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God)
Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears and t-shirts
How you slide and ain't hit your target? (Huh?)

Pull up in space coupe like a Martian (Martian)
Hundred round drum on my gun like I'm marchin' (woah)
Put that shit on everyday like I'm Martin (woah)
Trap out the 'partments 'til they call the marshals (yeah)
Catch me at Saks, no more shoppin' at Marshall's
If it's a problem, gon' bome down and solve it (yeah)
Designer bags when I make a deposit
Pink patty Perc' and the Wock' got me dizzy and nauseous (woah, woah)
Still hit the stage and I'll rock it (yeah)
Know I gotta pop it (yeah)
Water on me like a faucet (drip)
And beat the trap up like I'm boxin' (wait, beat it up)
Get on the beat and I, woah
Get on the beat and I walk it
Sippin' on Wock', this ain't coffee (no coffee)
Ice on my neck like a faucet (faucet)
Surrounded by bosses
Talkin' broke shit, boy, you lost it (you lost it)

Woah (woah)
I drop a bag and they go catch a body (go get it)
My bitch is too bad, I bought her a new body (new bitch)
Scat pack the Charger, this bitch a wide body (do it again)
Smokin' dead niggas, I call 'em exotic (do it again)
No Jaden Smith, we keep sticks like a riot (baow)
Yeah, I rock me a show then re-up with the profit (yeah)
I set the trend and these lil' niggas copy (yeah)
I don't know why broke niggas make me the topic (boom)
Thirty racks stuffed in my pocket (boom)
Strapped up with that rocket (boom)
He dead if he thinkin' 'bout robbin' (he dead)
I'ma pull up, get to sparkin', I'm not with the arguin'
These rappin'-ass niggas be flodgin'
And it's gon' cost for a verse, if this rappin' don't work
Then it's back puttin' bowls on the market (on God)
Play with the gang, that's a curse, teddy bears and t-shirts
How you slide and ain't hit your target?

Frozone
Big Grim Reaper gang, 18-18
Snatch a nigga soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go

Written by:
Alexander Woods, Jorres Nelson

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Lyrics © MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE

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