They run to 12 them n*ggas squekers
Make it hot just feel this heater
Could never walk up in my sneakers
B*tch imma Real reaper
They run to 12 them n*ggas squekers
Make it hot just feel this heater
Could never walk up in my sneakers
B*tch imma Real reaper
**Hook**
B*tch imma menace
I keep a stick no tennis
We in the field no benches
B*tch come test us
Wet yo sh*t up like it’s Venice
Serving the white no Dennis
They say I’m reckless
Spinning and spinning it’s endless
Pole to his mouth like dentist
These n*ggas be jealous
Smoking on green no lettuce
Burn you like coal no Bennett
Now you looking horrendous
**back To Hook*
How them n*ggas ride through but never stop by
He ain’t no killer i can see in his eyes
The lil boy a plane he sent to the sky
Dont make a diss f*ck around and die
Beat up the block like I beat up her spine
He said he gon rob me I told him to try
Dont know what he was thinking must’ve been high
Get to lighting sh*t up no 4th of july
**Final back to Hook*
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