The Reaper

[Intro]
Grrt, come here
Grrt, shhh
(FoxWhyYouSoGodly)
Grrt, come here, come here
(Damn Drako, you made this?)

[Verse 1: Lil Scoom89]
I can pop out with a big Glock
These shots go, make his ass dance like a TikTok
Slap the fuck out of a bitch-ass nigga who playing at the Grammy's like Will did to Chris Rock
Everybody know I'm a tweaker, Jeffery the reaper, it's worse if we fucking with Big Opp
Bounce out with switch (Shhh)
Heard somebody hit, stand over 'em and give him all face shots
Pass me a Perc' before I black out
One opp had died because we had a smackout
Hoes on the block, they cribs we trap out
.62 shells gon blow his back out
Y'all over east on lock, just tap out
Tiger on the block, finna bring the 'Raq out
I can't wait 'til they let Shaq out
Fuck the Drac', I want a Blackout
Caught with your pants down, left with your ass out
Ever since he died, they never been back out
It's getting hot outside, I'm tryna ride fast, I think we need the brand new Trackhawk
Say they fucking us up, but we really up, they goofies, they niggas be capped out
Four shooters on a hit, when we see an opp, everybody in the car gon' bounce out

[Verse 2: Big Opp]
Everyone in the car gon' bounce out
Swinging this Drac', bitch you know I rock out
I was just a lil' shorty with a M&P .40, fast forward now I got a Glock now
Catch the opps and they ass gon' get gunned down
We up in traffic from sun up to sun down
Bail out in traffic like how you gon' run now
Just got a Glock, put a beam on my gun now
Put a B on all them bitches, when it come to handguns, had all the switches
Don't run, don't trip, don't fall lil' nigga
Pop out, 2 pipes, play ball lil' nigga

[Verse 3: Bloodhound Lil Jeff]
Bounced out with the Drac', ain't want the G-Lock
You run, we chase, won't make it too far
High speed, do the race before I get boxed
Give a fuck 'bout what you say, bitch I don't lip box
Shooting niggas in they faces

[Verse 4: Bloodhound Q50]
We don't do leg shots
Niggas be snitching, they working with the cops
Riding 4 deep, me, Scoom, Jeff and Opp
I won't stop shooting even if the nigga drop
Nigga mad 'bout a bitch, been fucked his bop
Bitch mad 'bout her friend, nah I only got top
This Glock got dirty, now it's time to swap
This shit not real, everything is props
I told OG "I'mma rob my pops"
His ass better be lucky if he don't get shot
With a big ass nick', dish out free smoke, I don't got no picks
I'm paid in full, I feel like Mitch
Love the fuck out Percs, but I hate the itch

[Verse 5: Big Opp, Bloodhound Q50]
Tote Drac's, not Glocks, but I love my switch
Slide ass was just talking, now he can't say shit
TJ a diss snake, now his ass can't hiss
Q50, good aim, he a sniper, don't miss
Go
Different day, same shit, tryna go up on the score
Can't get in this car if you ain't gon blow
Ayy, Opp, he a goofy
Send his ass to the sto'
Stacked up on the hats. but a nigga want more
Won't say how many, but it's way more than 4
Just go ask my opps, 'cause they know the score
Me, Scoom, Q50, and Jeff gon' blow
Finna spin 71st and shoot up the stove
Nobody outside, we gon' spin thru the Road
If they shit dry, give the Pocket some smoke
If she try to backdoor, I'mma clap that hoe