Yeah that reaper coming
He was talking now they screaming what happened to em
He was pleading for his life like you don't have to do it
He ain't see it coming now they posting a active shooter
Say you gon hurt me then nigga
Then I'm acting foolish
If you trip on one from the gade we all actin stupid
We give a fuck about no feelings we acting ruthless
Scandalous crafty so you better watch how you talking to us
Silly nigga but I'm all about that gunplay
Disrespect and ima show how that gun spray
Burning niggas leave em hot like a sun tan
All that barking but we know you ain't gon hurt nun
Pussy niggas make me wanna murk sum
These niggas seen us in the party
And ain't do nothing they wasn't on none
We sliding back let's do a purge cuz
Ain't no telling whats gon happen but you'll know when that hearse come
Cause sucka niggas deserve a headstone
Put that chrome to his head and watch the sucka get his head blown
Leave him dead in the streets with no care for him
Now you calling up his phone and can't hear from him
I be trying to tell you niggas I get grimy wit it
Heard he want it back in blood but ima shiesty nigga
He want smoke with the gang I pray christ be wit him
Cause once we find you then we sliding where you hiding from us
Yeah nigga
Yeah that Reaper coming
Ain't see us lurking in them streets but we creeping on you
You see us approaching with that heat now you reaching for it
But he a dummy if he reach but to each his own
If it's static in them streets then nem tec's is out
Them demons out and they don't care what you repping bout
And we heard you was claiming don't fuck around and extra'd out
It's the renegade better run when them steppers out
Tiny locs they on go for the reputable
Thunderdomes and they don't care what set you from
That's how it is when you come from the section cuz
City of angels where ain't no love for whose next to you
Opps is out so you know we gon spray the nigga
Gang around me so you know that them k's is wit us
Think he invincible but best believe that yo day is coming
Interrogations got em yelling cause I ain't saying nothing
But you a snitch you probably tell that yo mans did it
Could shoot the nigga and I can show these hands scary
It's a nightmare rolling on elm street and i'm playin freddy
That choppa hit him cause the semi ain't worried bout nan nigga
Pull up with it 223. clear the block party
My brother hit him then I stomp him like jeff hardy
Niggas hate me when they see me they be so sorry
Copping pleas I swear that shit happen so often
See me creeping with that iron call me ghost rider
I'm like a thief in the night wit a crowbar
Niggas lame and they fakes telling folklores
How you saying you a killer and you subpar?
Reaper coming and he dont give a fuck nigga
Cause fuck niggas always be the first one to jump nigga
AR with a drum and you know its bump on it
Don't run from it
Back turned to the gun its gon slump something
Niggas know that I'm official wit that whistle
Heard you fishing for some action well them sharks they gon getchu
Niggas pitiful they always say they bout this but ain't flinching
But one thing bout me with that K I'm suspenseful
I'm bout that cash nigga and I don't give a fuck if yo rent due
Hollows in the springfield if you ain't seen it then you fin to
Now you on the news nigga cause we heard you was snitching
I told you that reaper coming
And ain't no running from him he gon getchu

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Marcus Brawner