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REAPercussions
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Hip-Hop/Rap
REAPercussions was released on November 29, 2024 by 4 Ever Onnat LLC/Nacho Gang Mafia as a part of the album Bleeding Me
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Release DateNovember 29, 2024
Label4 Ever Onnat LLC/Nacho Gang Mafia
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Hawkins
Jerome Hawkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Real ones, you can't come between us
My cup never tip over, even though this a lean cup
I don't want no easy hoe, point me to the mean ones
Murder always on my mind, but I never seen nothin
When you thuggin' any day, could be your day, so I don't be in nothin
Ma told me cut them **** off first time they show me somethin
She warning me, like, peep them signs, whole time she seen it comin
So as of now, you see me with em, just know I got button, uh
Back in the day, we take a ride, try to avoid us
I'm trappin' bad got every bill but some quarters
Name still good, cause I ain't have to short nobody
Just took a L, they stopped the plug at the border uh
That's why I'm tryna lock it in with this rappin' shit
Told brother, when he touch back home, we gotta scorch em
I know we good at getting a bag with this trappin' shit
They can't fuck with us with this rap and it ain't fed bound like the trap
One of my **** left my cuzzo head in his lap
But I wasn't even fuckin' with lil' cuz
I don't remember why, but it ain't hit me til' the other day
Got me lovin' on my thugs more, I can't take no more blood
Long as they keep makin' them bitches, I'ma throw back drugs
Ma told me, be safe with them ****, baby, blow your gun
Been taxin' for my H-E-A-R-T, ain't no more love
You gettin' on my nerves, but prank out when I call a sub
Old bitches call my phone, what you need, honey
Ma say, what's up with all the bows? Og I need money
Type ****, ask you before I come, like, you don't need nothin
Same **** you extend your hand to, end up mean muggin
You can ask my mama or my daddy, was I a teen thuggin
We know one day the reaper coming' cause them repercussions
We type to really get on fluck shit, and don't even discuss it
We get to steppin' like the army, so don't get on tough shit
I'm in the hood throwin' back narcs for nothin
Talked to baybruh, he out in Vegas, pourin' up the tussin
He want me to win more than me, that's why, for him, I up it
I'm high, so I don't feel fear, or feel nothin
Fuck what you think of me, we all get bloody
I'm takin' lil' sips at a time, this shit here way too muddy
Open my eyes, I peep, they vibe has started feelin' funny
Don't want no smoke for now, if it don't interfere with money
Real ones, you can't come between us
My cup never tip over, even though this a lean cup
I don't want no easy hoe, point me to the mean ones
Murder always on my mind, but I never seen nothin
When you thuggin' any day, could be your day, so I don't be in nothin
Ma told me, cut them **** off first time, they show me somethin
She warnin' me, like, peep them signs, whole time, she seen it comin
So as of now, you see me with him, just know I got button
Written by: Jerome Hawkins
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