Soul Reaper

Ha (ha, ha) They got me fucked up if they thinking I ain't gon' rock out (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe) They got me fucked up if they thinkin' I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy (yo, Vicky) Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully Whole 30 shots, strapped with my rod, wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes We screaming, "Fuck a nine-to-five," I'm on the block grippin' the toolie All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, run down Chopper make the gun sound I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild Nigga ran up on me, then we spanked him, I'm talking lights out We do the dash in that Durango, jump out with that pipe out So tell 'em pipe down My grandma told me that I'm close to my casket, that's why I keep a ratchet 30 clip on me with that stick in the back seat, let's see who 'bout that action Switch on that MAC, yeah, we gon' up it and blast it, this bitch an automatic He made a diss, wait 'til the day that we catch him, we gon' see who really savage I had to cut off my lil' bitch for treatin' me like I'm average Jump out that tree, grippin' that stick and let that fuck nigga have it Load up them Glocks, walk down the street, we gon' do this shit here forever Extension stock G23, I'm tryna knock off a rapper I'm on my block, boy, come and creep, I don't think you want no real static I don't give a fuck 'bout who got beat, it's 'bout who got turned to ashes We steady passin' out stretchers, tats on my back, Famous Dexter I'm from the bottom of the 'jects, we bang 6-0 in my section Girl, you ain't more than my best friend, I only trust in that Wesson We hit the A, I-95, then bought some Glocks out the West End .223 and 5.56, I bet it cave that boy chest in Realest shit I heard from my lil' partner is like, "Load up and let's spin" They got me fucked up if they thinkin' I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pussy Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully Whole 30 shots, strapped with my rod, wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes We screaming, "Fuck a nine-to-five," I'm on the block grippin' the toolie All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, run down Chopper make the gun sound I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild Nigga ran up on me, then we spanked him, I'm talking lights out We do the dash in that Durango, jump out with that pipe out So tell 'em pipe down