Reapin

Intro [Big Urdie]

Ya it's the number 1 contender, Big Bank Spender
Its Big Urdie the Champ-E-Onnnn

[Verse 1 Big Urdie]

Lookin for death
Ya im grim reapin
You know how im speakin'
Leave u in the deep end
Leave ya homie leakin'
And ya bitch creepin'
Im a crush the game no speakin
Gettin wasted on the weekend
Jumpin like a frog
Straight leapin'
Tryna test Urdie
Not a weak friend
I dont give a fuck
Gettin wasted on a sunday
Ya!
I know ill make it fuckin someday
Gotta choose my path wise
Cuz I got 1 way
Terrified in the streets of the gunplay
Take em down
Got no fashion on the run way
Straight fuckin action only one way
Ya..
I see you pussys out hatin
Cops on the look for you investigatin'
On the look
Gettin' juxed
Like a worm on a hook
Pussy boy gettin chirped lookin shook
If im gettin shot
You know they gettin shot back
Click click
Go da cockback
Ain't a damn thang changed
Its urdie out the gold frame
Sellin souls to the whole stains
Fuck a Op
2 shots
To his chest n head
No sleep
I leave the rest for dead
Im cold blooded with the cold play
And this is real life
Not role play

[Verse 2 England Fam]

Ya im back and my bars are heavy
Pull out the ting best be holdin' it steady
On ya marks get set you ain't even ready
It's a beef ting well fuck the spaghetti
When I'm on the mic better know that im deadly
When you on the mic you know your a pussy
And your girl is dusty
Her legs don't open cause shes rusty
And when I go in dem men go in but they don't come back out
In beef, Ill bring the bat out
Next man try got a 1 bomb knockout
Next I was rushed by 20 man deep
Them lil boys straight fuckin' with me
Little did they know they couldn't test me
Couldn't get me off my 2 damn feet
Me and my boys don't roll in 4's
Step to us get left on the floor
Urdie on the beat your askin for more
Killahs come through and kick in the door
And I'm on my track vibe
People as my what I do and I just say that
Im gettin by
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Ya boy you know that im killin this
Big spliff and we got alot more piff
In the back of the car ya we choppin' it
High grade all day ya we doin' it
So ya better stay low I got some killahs with me who spray loads
So if ya think that im jokin'
Step up and ya face will get blown
Got the pussy on lock
Fake boys claim they pop
Makin paper non stop
Got the bands, Got the Gwap
Grey Goose got me fucked
Faded off the kush What?
My goons are at the top
Chopper rounds are gone pop
We out

2013 its how we doin it