Letras
R-r-reaper on the beat
Bitch I'm dreamin' 'bout the cake
Choppa with a scope, put it to your face
all I know is hate, I don't wan' hop in the bank
Find a bitch I rate
I weigh the money, no countin
I think I need an accountant
I'm rocking shit that ain't out yet
Revenge Revenge
I'm moving slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin
I smoke on blue dream,
you smoke on irene, uh
Double G my feet, uh, I been high all week, uh
Hot bikes don live windows up
Ridin' round in a Bentley truck
Big ass gun, F&N, load it up and let it bust
Pray to god that all these drugs work
And If they don't I'll probably kill my plug first
The pills I take will probably take you off this earth
Outta space, off the percs with a slur
I weigh the money, no countin
I think I need an accountant
I'm rocking shit that ain't out yet
Revenge Revenge
I'm moving slow off the Hi-Tech
Breathe out, breathe in
Choppa, bullets to your stomach
Bleed out, wheezin