Grim Reaper

Dirty Child Rant Its Yo Turn Nigga

873 Yea that's my gang
It ain't gone change I been dat Nigga
Ima dirty child foreva
I'm tha Steppa
I'm the hitta

I feel it's green
Then I go suit up by myself
An handle business

Ion need a bunch of niggas Riding
I'm one deep on them missions

It ain't my fault you had it in you an you lost it
I guess you couldn't deliver

Speak on V
I cannot charge that to the game I go grim reaper

You on this side stay on this side
Cause if you switch Then I'll delete cha

Fuck these hoes from time to time
Cause they be lame stay in the bleachers

All in my business Worried about This ova here
Might leave you speechless

Cause once you find out
That yo friend gave up that head You gone wanna kill ha

Niggas weird I got some paper
You started acting like you was hurting
Knowing damn well that you my dawg
An ion wanna neva see hurting

I seen you bitting the hand that feed you nigga
I got you gone on purpose

I peep game
I ain't no lame
I'm pullin moves all in New Jersey

Brand that back end
Hitting home runs
Spots loaded up wit free base
An we scammin

Bag that dope up
Hug that block
Get you some Extra

God blessing all tha trappas
Wit dem felons

Trap it out go get some paper what they tell ya

In these streets
It ain't no joke
Keep you a weapon

Bag that dope up
Hug that block
Get you some Extra

God blessing all tha trappas
Wit dem felons

Trap it out go get some paper what they tell ya

In these streets
It ain't no joke
Keep you a weapon

Ain't no way a hoe can call me lame
No pressure bout no bitch

24/7 Clock tickin ain't got time to Drop no dick

Hoe wanna be around cause I got status
Ain't gone get a cent

Gotta truck load sent on the 1st
That shit was gone before the 5th

I can really work that rock
My tester say it's goood for binesss
Remember nights sittin in the living room
Wit 50 Bowles of midget

Plug sent the wrong load
We had to sell that shìt
For cheaper

That shìt turnt my hustle up
An ever since then i been eating

Had to cut some niggas off they went to leaching bad

Don't boast or brag
But this shit right here you'll never have

You get that chance You betta take it
You can't go out sad Go get that bag
Be dangerous Stay to steps ahead

Bag that dope up
Hug that block
Get you some Extra

God blessing all tha trappas
Wit dem felons

Trap it out go get some paper what they tell ya

In these streets
It ain't no joke
Keep you a weapon