Reaper
Babyface Ray, Peezy, BabyTron
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Unc' dropped the fent', he overdid it with the car scent Super ham, doggy far away from bein' Clark Kent Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that's where my heart went Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched Wood full of- (shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen Young as hell, but I know the game like I'm Popovich Megatron, throw the bag up, I ain't droppin' shit Scamstar fluke ID, it say Dominic Off a ten probably got a script, I could cop a brick (sheesh) SBDSM how I'm not the shit Can't waste time, boy, no matter what the clock gon' tick Chillin' at the top, my opps at the bottom pissed Red eye, cut the traction off, I might pop a wheelie If you made somethin' out of nothin', then you got to feel me, shit I don't know magic but it look like it Tryin' to catch this wide body, it's gonna have the hook flyin' It ain't take shit, push the pedal and I shook by 'em (skrrt) Hit the side street and cut the car off (man) Shit, look at me, I'm my neighborhood's finest (yeah) No head, zero cap, I'm a star, dawg (zero) What you know about top-down sunset California drip? What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team? What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene? Stayin' on go everything green That money comin' fast, I'm serious Engine too loud, I ain't hearin' it Four, a lil' cream my experiment Ayy, find a route, I'm comin' for my folks like Harriet I know she bad but she got miles like Darius I'm thinkin' 'bout a brand new Benz, the AMG I done put two best friends in just two seats It's common sense you don't work, then you don't eat They might think I'm bangin' Crip, I rock two Cs Before I go, put codeine in my IV I hope you know it's hard out here and harder to leave Lately, I've been scoutin' these baddies, I'm buildin' a team This paper got me doin' magic woke up in a dream What you know about top-down sunset California drip? What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team? What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene? Stayin' on go, everything green Chillin' at the Waldorf, eleven hunnid a night Press a button top peel off, I'm lovin' this life Ask a bitch how she feel is we fuckin' tonight I was a badass kid, I was covered in white Look at me now, I'm froze neck covered in ice Look at the kids they starin' when I stop at the light Look at the hoes, they see me they fuckin' on sight Ghetto married to the gang threw a bucket in rice Am I in love? Hell yeah, in love with the pint But she ain't got her own bag, she ain't really my type I show love and they stab me in the back with a knife I took the knife and cut dough with it, now we alright What you know about top-down sunset California drip? What you know about Rolls Royce back to back, like the money team? What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene? Stayin' on go, everything green
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Written by: Charles Forsberg III, James Johnson IV, Marcellus Rayvon Register, Mark Anthony Masters Jr., Paulo Rodriguez, Philip Glen-Earl Peaks
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