Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reaper’s Child, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
Date of issue: 09.09.2020
Song language: English
Reaper’s Child |
I don’t wanna waste time, oh, oh |
I don’t wanna waste no more, oh |
I don’t wanna no more |
Fuck how they feeling, ain’t changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah |
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah |
Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it’s hauntin' me, yeah |
Came with that fire, then we stayed with the shit, I’m on go, taking nothin' |
from me (Yeah) |
Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches, wan' come for me (Always) |
They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' wouldn’t fuck with me |
Fake love been taking a toll, it’s comin' out ugly |
Ain’t trustin' who close, they plannin' on touchin' me |
I know they don’t fuck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me |
Yeah |
I’m a reaper, demon |
In all type of frames (Mmm) |
In all types of ways |
Sleeping, riding |
Riding like a big mon |
Fuck how they feeling, ain’t changin' my living on top of the continent, yeah |
Sit in the back with them killers, we find where they be and we run in it, yeah |
Since a child, prepare for to come to this |
Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch |
Pack it all, then go back to my mama shit (Mama) |
Young nigga too rich for that |
Ho, you know you ain’t shit for that |
I don’t wanna play no get back (Nah) |
I wasn’t on no drugs |
Tell them niggas that it’s fuck 'em and I meant that |
Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain’t rent that |
Talkin' out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass |
She feelin' him, let him leave with that stank ho (Let him leave) |
Front Street, I’m on trial on the front row |
Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can’t go |
Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song |
On this bus, I ain’t touring, tryna make it home |
.45 cocked back, split a nigga dome (Bah) |
I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on |
I’m a reaper (Yeah, I’m back now), demon |
(J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out) |
In all type of frames, reaper |
(I wasn’t trippin' or nothing, bitch, you gonna have to excuse this cigarette) |
Reaper |
(I know you don’t like it no more than my fans, go) |
In all types of ways |
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one |
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went |
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain’t runnin' nothin' |
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I’m probably runnin' somethin' |
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off |
Geezy steady boomin' so I’m posted on call |
Nigga hit the line saying, «Green gang fall» |
Pounds now |
I’m stressin', it’s making me angry, now she wanna leave me now |
I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I’m alone right now |
My past, they ever throw it at me, I’ll never look back it |
Mama used to rap so it made me wanna snag at it |
Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it (Yeah) |
What you on, foe? |
Reaper, demon |
All type of ways |
All type of frames |
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pint, I need another one |
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went |
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain’t runnin' nothin' |
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I’m probably runnin' somethin' |
Villa Del Rey Elementary when them bricks dropped off |
Geezy steady boomin' so I’m posted on call |
Nigga hit the line saying, «Green gang fall» |