Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Reaper Son , by - kyynggRelease date: 12.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Reaper Son |
| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin' |
| Pull up shooting with my man gun |
| You want war, better have yo' bands up |
| Mami keep telling me chill |
| But the devil keep telling me kill |
| I’m tryna work on my ways |
| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills |
| Focused on living life and running my bands up |
| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us |
| I don’t understand you niggas |
| I won’t give up these Benjis |
| I ain’t got time for you broke bitches |
| All that fake flexing like you got it, but your mans on |
| Please don’t hit my Apple 'bout no drugs, just call my Android |
| Swear that money only solve my problems |
| And if yo' bitch worthless, I feed her to the goblins |
| I know that you all gon' change on me |
| And tell the runner put the bag on me |
| Fuck it, then it’s shame on me |
| When it storm, let it rain on me |
| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin' |
| Pull up shooting with my man gun |
| You want war, better have yo' bands up |
| Mami keep telling me chill |
| But the devil keep telling me kill |
| I’m tryna work on my ways |
| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills |
| Focused on living life and running my bands up |
| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us |
| Yeah, they turned me to a monster |
| Don’t run when you see this chopper |
| Work on his body, I’m no doctor |
| Mama told you don’t fuck with the monsters |
| Yeah, I come from the hood |
| Where shit ain’t too safe, it’s just money and blood |
| The grass never green, it’s just plenty of mud |
| Can you leave me alone? |
| I really wanna be stuck in my zone |
| Block out the world and don’t answer my phone |
| No, I’m ready to run these bands up |
| Can’t be wasting time with no plan, boy |
| I don’t expect you to see how my plan goin' |
| They like, «Kyyngg, you the reaper’s son» |
| These lil boys know I ain’t scared of nothin' |
| Pull up shooting with my man gun |
| You want war, better have yo' bands up |
| Mami keep telling me chill |
| But the devil keep telling me kill |
| I’m tryna work on my ways |
| Stop drinking that lean and fuck all them pills |
| Focused on living life and running my bands up |
| He speak Brokenese, that’s why he don’t understand us |
| He a broke ass nigga, that’s his problem |
| I’ma run up all these Benjis, fuck yo' problem |
| Nigga try to take it, I’ma show you goblins |