Nuka Prix - Grim Reaper

Two bitches on me
Like im death the kid
I hit the scene
Im lookin clean
Dont bring no stupid shit
It starts with you
It ends with me
Im gon conclude the shit
Im givin out these hands for free
Like homeless food you bitch
She double tap on IG
Because she cant resist
I double tap in POV
Because that pussy hit
Erasing all the memories
Of that boy that she with
She put it on the line for me
But still I must admit,
Nuka prix do not commit
Nine inch nails,
Bitch me inyuasha
Im smokin like a rasta
My hair long like some pasta
Rollin wit de badman like the movie Shottas
Mixin up the gucci wit the louis
Please stop it
cause you dont want no problems
But i dont think they hearin me
Till I send some shots out
Now I know they fearin me
Say in the booth
I can kill u pussies lyrically
Im drippin when I move its slippery
I know she feelin me
Bitch you aint no friend of me
I know that you a enemy
I see the opps from a mile away
I sense their energy
Start a new trend everyday
Cause these clones got no identities
Im out the mud
Cradle to the grave
Yall gon remember me

Written by:
Brian Dunbar

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