CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Reapers*
Ayo Eli whatup bro? Know wa**up wit us
Yeah, yeah
First off, these n***as is cap and all of the sh*t that they rap
Obviously they tryna politc, n***as be federali with the way that they chat
We takin' all the baddies off the strip, we ain't in Miami wit no b*t*hes who wack, But f**k that
Lemme get back to some real sh*t
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run еm over with the car
He triеd to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far
N***a you could die, f**kin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty b*t*hes girl I'm tryna f**k, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some
But f**k that
Lemme get back to some real sh*t
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run em over with the car
He tried to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far
N***a you could die, f**kin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty b*t*hes girl I'm tryna f**k, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some
Yeah, yeah
First off, these n***as is cap and all of the sh*t that they rap
Obviously they tryna politc, n***as be federali with the way that they chat
We takin' all the baddies off the strip, we ain't in Miami wit no b*t*hes who wack, But f**k that
Lemme get back to some real sh*t
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run еm over with the car
He triеd to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far
N***a you could die, f**kin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty b*t*hes girl I'm tryna f**k, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some
But f**k that
Lemme get back to some real sh*t
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run em over with the car
He tried to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far
N***a you could die, f**kin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty b*t*hes girl I'm tryna f**k, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some
