Don't Fear The Reaper

Intro

(Haa)

(Roll another one J)

(Dead **** smoking)

(Huh)

On some young **** shit

Had to get my shit together almost dropped out

Outside tryna make a dumb opp **** pop out

Glad these **** keep dissin when e’rebody round you died don’t cop out

Most of them **** some bitches when we come slide let’s see who rock out

Damn, must of forgot who I am

Hot as hell on the south side ridin with big Glocks wit Lil Pam

Don’t no **** want no smoke wit us, we’ll air out yo whole fam

Real Fox 5 baby, free lil Jay up out that jam

The young **** right back out here drillin again, let off another shot

After we go through one opp shit, let’s go get another dot

They tryna act like they ain’t there, hit up this one and they other spot

Don’t tell nobody you seen me out with a bitch, might been my other thot

She’s a bop, he’s a opp, we got ARP’s and Glocks

Can’t give these bitch ass **** no more time

Tell em die, don’t need a clock

She don’t smoke weed she need a rock

You want me to die, you can eat a cock

**** going broke tryna keep up, dumb ass

Really need to stop

**** can’t tell me nun, brand new Jag and it going 200

Drop some bands on my chain, that was old check, **** this new money

Sign that bullshit, can’t take your of yo gang cuz you blew money

In a real relationship with this lil bitch, I been knew money