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Talk to the reaper through the night
I been sinning all my life
I don't know my wrong from right
I'm just down for that fight
Couple niggas it's on sight
I been down for that risk, that's why we call this shit takelife
All through the day, reaper season
I got some reapers that's gon' take you to your grave
Don't leave him alive, we chasing him down, he kissed the pavement with his face
I got anger in this heart, so all my bullets filled with hate
Police know me by my name
S.W.A.T team a come through flash grenades
I'm from that section, they gon' give me my respect
Glock with a switch, come with a vec
You test your luck, leave on a stretch
Yeah, we play ball, this not no rec
I ain't going for no tech
I'm the type shoot at the ref, then aim that bitch, shoot at the rest
These niggas out here be fuckin' pussy, these niggas playing hide and seek
I'm the type of nigga hop out a four door, all black Jeep A-R-P
Bitch, I want all the smoke like Nardo Wick I ain't tryna peace treat the beef
I don't give a fuck, if you downtown yo ass in trouble, if I'm out on feet
That nigga, said some shit he can't take back, now I'm lurkin' up and down his street
First two weeks in the five-two-0, gettin' on niggas ass
I swear y'all don't want no beef
Drop lo' suit up, lil' bitch, let's meet
Crack fours, drop fives, and I throw up a P
Play for keeps, when I'm playing ball if I'm being honest, you ain't fucking with me
I was patiently waiting my turn while people was putting me last
Why the fuck would I play with these people, the first nigga trying this shit getting put in a bag
Box on the back of the 22, that bitch gon' blow some lag
Who the fuck need a whooping, I'm passing out belt like a fuck nigga dad
Don't trip and fall, yo, people's gon' be sad
Steady riding' hot cars and steamers
Having convos with baby reaper
Don't stare too long, lil Vell a tweaker
Buddha gon' get busy if he got the heater
I'll have my shorty, pull up delete ya
In a hot all black, me and Baby Piña
We hop out, tag him by his toe
Ain't no eeny, miney, moe
I see the first one getting smoked, I'm tryna send him with his bro
And I'm the type to spin a lo, huh, come through the back door
Droppin' fives, and crackin' fours, I see that light skin hit his fro
They tried to play me like a hoe, I swing my door and let shit blow
I'm smoking Yapo to the dome, they tried to tell me I was wrong
Say some bout Piña, made me mad, but I'm the one that chased your bro
Say some bout Dj, make me flash, but now I'm tryna get you gone
Say some bout Trigga, it's gon' get bad, them pussies got me in that mode go (Brr)