Grim Reaper

[Intro]
Grr
(Bolegs, this you?)
We want dead bodies, we want all the graveyards overcrowded
We want dead bodies, we want all the graveyards overcrowded
Ayy, fuck all the opps, man
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I just swung through my opps' block tweaked out, playin' Grim Reaper
I be laughin' at them playin' with me knowin' I kill people
Mask down, gloves on, that Lil Law shit get me tweakin'
Toss a four right at his 'fro, it only took one time to squeeze it
I sip that purple shit, had to drop the Oxy', they be beefin'
Larrelle playin' with a Rolls-Royce, then, well, her daddy decent
It's like four of my opps left, why would I do industry beefin'?
They say that I'm slimy to the labels and industry people
That lil' shit they said got back, somehow it had reached me
I just went and grabbed two Scat Packs to kill all of they people
Then another label called and some money was involved
Then I think about that money, I went up off fentanyl
(Then I think about my dogs, they got jammed behind that wall)
I send him money for his commissary and pick up every call
A nigga play, then he gon' die and he fucked up
Won't even have no headstone when his bitch ass go in the ground

[Interlude]
Ayy, man, THF or death, man, nothin' else, 4469
Yeah, man, you know? Frr
Ain't no other handlers, the only handlers

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uh, we the only handlers
Bail out right here, face his ass, you got your mask, fuck that camera
Niggas goofies, tryna be opps with us now, this shit hilarious
I traded a pipe with him back in the day, the one that kept on jammin'
He wouldn't know if I ain't just say somethin', he probably ain't never blam it
Fuck that nigga, sent the G back to the store, I broke my blender
I put my mask on for the dough, Peno used to have that dope
He used to shake some much blow, started gettin' high and playin' with his nose
I learned from him not to take panties off that ho
I feel like Soulja Slim, Draco, Army bandana up on it
Show me my opponent, mm, show me my opponent
Whatever genre that they put me in, could rightfully say I own it
Yeah, them boys with me, the ones with shiesty masks and rifles on 'em
And they take them bitches everywhere like they got licenses for 'em
None of my niggas bitches and they still get busy, thank the Lord
Is like snitchin' trendin'? Then all these snake-ass niggas tryna backdoor