REAPERS (feat. Jiimmy'sad & PlayboiSMD)

Racks comin' in lil bitch let it (rain)
I been through it, I don't wanna damn
Smoking lotta (ha, ha, ha) damn
What you really? Going, damn
Red uh, lil bitch go (ha, ha, ha) red uh lil bitch go (ha, ha, ha)
Yeah woah
Niggas wanna talk, let them talk
I was posted with the demons in the block, bitch I'm feeling great where the work?
I just my told shawty I cannot stop (Cannot stop)
Ships ahead, Khongstar boutta drop
Saw me counting money, and them mans came for guap, tryna get a feature? Nigga no You cannot
Posted with the reaper and the devil tried to call

I been going, going (ha, ha, ha)
I was dying (dying lil bitch) got to go, where to run to?
Tell your mama, we be
He running posted, and we not in the house
Tell that lil nigga to relax, he cannot cross
She know that I'm dead, now I'm puffing on some loud
Niggas might not come, tryna beef and call the cops?
It's me, SMD big swag cannot cross
Shit is so real, baby you might die

She a thot (she a thot)
You know she a thot (thot thot) she a thot, the racks coming in, let it rain
Bitch let it rain, ou ey it rain
Bitch I let it uh (huh) uh yea
She gone let it rain (let it rain)
Chopper for his brain yea the chopper hit his head (it hit his head, hit his head, it hit his Head)
For his head, the chopper for his brain, the chopper finally uh
Chopper sing, chopper got a melody
Yea the chopper got a tune, yea the chopper gonna sing (gonna sing gonna sing)
And that shawty boutta sing
Yeah she boutta give top (give me top, gimme top) she gone suck it (gimme top, gimme t
Top, gimme top) gimme top bitch
The racks coming in bitch ('ing in)



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Writer(s): Glacial Vacuitty
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