| I’m a reaper but I’m righteous
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| I’m a demon when the night hit
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| I put VVs on my ices
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| You believe me, I be snipin'
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| Yeah reaper but I’m righteous
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| I beat the block with no high beams opp-drop
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| Bad bitch, I dropski, load up and squeeze cheese
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| Bitch I walk down, don’t use beams
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| Bitch I pop out like Popeyes and that foreigner be that dirty ride
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| I’m the landlord in Broward County
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| I collect shit and drop shit BSO know they can’t stop shit (no they can’t stop
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| shit)
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| Hey Brody, blow off a nigga, play me
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| Bust out with this camp, put a nigga on say cheese
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| Nigga, I never leave my cut
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| We ain’t comin' in, can’t bring the guns up in the club
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| And nigga know wassup, they get killed tryna mug
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| We just bought a jet, up in the trunk
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| Niggas be actin' like killers, that shit be killing me
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| My bitch is sued up and getting than my
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| I don’t sell no drugs but I’m tired they can’t get no PVC
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| Peered his eyes, idiots be fighting, no more telling G
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| Tide
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| I know the real devil
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| I’m pullin' up on niggas like, I’m a real stepper
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| Remember, real killers, real hitters, pull up he ain’t shit
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| Drop the skis when it’s, right here, hop out swing the stick
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| I’m militant and a nigga playin' with my talk, I get him spent
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| I ain’t never dug nothing, ain’t scared of nothing
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| But I’m bulletproof like 50 Cent
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| I’m a real vulture, they already know how I be flyin'
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| My lil boo on PS2, got shooters ridin' in Perrine
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| Snipers on the roof, right with a top stick (stick)
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| Hit his block with a mob, let that top spit (b-b-boom)
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| Came through strangin' well, hangin' with 100 rounds (rounds)
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| Double M, SG, that’s a man down (down)
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| Wizzin' yike in a splite, that’s a kill confirmed (bap, bap bap)
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| Bounce out, chase tha Z, bet them bullets burn (burn)
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| Bounce out, chase tha Z, leave him on the curb (curb)
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| A big dot and tell that gang fuck the swerve (shhh)
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| I’m a reaper but I’m righteous
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| I’m a demon when the night hit
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| I put VVs on my ices
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| I got murder on my mind but I ain’t Melly
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| Snipers on my side, who ain’t tellin'
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| my blood bitch, they know I’m all «who ready»
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| I eat faces, fight cases
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| Blowin' little bread, droppin' bodies on the daily
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| Niggas in my city, bitch they know I’m speaking fast
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| Biggest plug in my city, told a nigga give me that
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| I’m a monster in these streets, I’m from Dany
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| Danger says niggas in America, whole city
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| ESE bitch, they know lil psycho special
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| I get done with that stick, that bitch go (tam-taram-tam)
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| I was lurkin' in a Hooter, that bitch go (pam-baram-ram)
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| Pourin' a nigga out it your city, bitch they know lil Syko dumb (huh) |