Reaper

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M-Mugz got beats.

Yeah.

I wake up and grab my heater. Watch the door for them people.

Pots and stove all illegal. Calicos, 40s, eagles. Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether.

Deadly, I sold a needle. He said I'm for sure the reaper.

I wake up and grab my heater. Watch the door for them people. Pots and stove all illegal.

Calicos, 40s, eagles. Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether.

Deadly, I sold a needle. He said I'm for sure the reaper. I don't play no games.

I don't play the same. Taking aim since my partner slain. All I feel is pain. All I see is rain.

50 trying to put me in them chains. Did it for the gang. Now they hate the bang.

Something serious in my neck and chain. Know this shit as the breakdown.

Roll up right around the playground. Show up right by the Greyhound.

Hold up, now how that K sound? Know what? I got him face down. Nigga, what's up with you?

I told him it wasn't safe, y'all shouldn't have fucked with Mook. Ain't too reluctant to shoot.

And all my niggas the truth.

And all my bitches is 10, they probably sucking the crew. I roll them Swishers that chin, got molly stuck in my tooth.

And knowing my niggas win, they probably fucking with two. I wake up and grab my heater.

Watch the door for them people. Pots and stove all illegal. Calicos, 40s, eagles.

Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether. Deadly, I sold a needle. He said

I'm for sure the reaper. I wake up and grab my heater.

Watch the door for them people. Pots and stove all illegal. Calicos, 40s, eagles.

Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether. Deadly, I sold a needle.

He said I'm for sure the reaper.

Uh, now let me in the door, I'm 'bout to break 'em off.

I guess it's time to put 'em on, now welcome to the North. Got shooters in the corner waiting for the go.

It's hit 'em up style, try to walk before he crawl the porch.

On Skittle diddle ass nigga, I'm mobbing past you.

Meet me on the three, I got some goons in the bathroom. We shooting dice while them silly niggas side betting.

Come on and test your luck, boy. I'm billing while you're digesting.

Double T ass niggas don't know what hit you. Boston fucked you over with that issue.

Let me paint the picture. We was shooting pool. On the cool? Or back then I said pool.

Fuck it, whatever, ain't in the mood. Let me leave that alone.

Bitches in Buddhist shows on the ceiling doing what bitches do.

Partner, that phone know your face card, then you ain't getting through. 'Cause real Gs do real things.

Then if my hitters was in a jam, then I'm in there. And that's on me. Can't do whatever he slam.

I wake up and grab my heater. Watch the door for them people.

Pots and stove all illegal. Calicos, 40s, eagles. Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether.

Deadly, I sold a needle. He said I'm for sure the reaper.

I wake up and grab my heater. Watch the door for them people. Pots and stove all illegal.

Calicos, 40s, eagles. Everything I got lethal. Everything on me ether.

Deadly, I sold a needle. He said I'm for sure the reaper.

Easy to squeeze, quick with the gripper, needle for the reaper.

Peep for the boogie, red bottoms, match the Prada, he'll see ya. Hated favor to bless the tailor, suited for the mourner.

Rise and shine for these walking deads, I'm mooning the embalmers. Fragrance is ether.

Feel free to huff, no need to bluff.

My meter's stuck on where I need to get my people just to equal up. Excuse me attitude, my dude, lack of food makes me rude.

My goons like snacking on the move, it soothes the nerves of the young grooms and zooms.

Young pharaohs from the womb, the fumes in hell make posies bloom.

Assume positions like couples, fetals fighting for some room to spoon.

Oblongata from my medulla, super simply known as cooler.