[Intro: Ziro Bandz & Edot Babyy]
(Yozora)
(Edot, what's the fucking word my boy?)
(It's Edot Baby)
(Grrah)
(We them Neighborhood Reapers bitch!)
(No cap)
(Ziro Ziro)
(Son of the reaper)
(I'm a reaper, creeper, no jeepers Hop out the v trying to catch me a peter)
(You in the car and get hit from the bleachers)
(Bitch)

[Chorus: Ziro Bandz]
They like Ziro the bad guy
No bitch I'm the Neighborhood Reaper (Grrah)
Talking on Pop and I'm clutching my heater (No cap)
We sending shots at his brand new beamer like (Bow bow)
I'm a demon (Uh huh)
Ziro in the cut, man they can't even see him (At all)
Ripping his body, that lil n***a bleeding
Gеt beat with the grip
Make ya mans havе a seizure (Make ya' mans have a seizure)

[Verse 1: Ziro Bandz]
Fuck all the talking bitch
Let's get to the nitty and gritty (For real)
Chasing the breesh like I want a milli man ya'll n***as broke, Stop relying on stimmy's (No cap no cap)
I be staying on 50, Tried to bust back
But that lil n***a missed me
Son of the reaper, fucking up the city (Uh huh)
Bitch want to rump like nah, she mixy (Suck my dick)
The drum on the gun it's a fifty
Ya bitch in the spot giving up the kitty (On bro)
Gang getting litty (We lit!)
Pop out to the party, we sipping on Whitney (I'm bussing)
Bullet hit him, he dizzy (Grrah)
Watch how you talk, before I clutch the blicky
Ya mans got ripped like a steak no Philly (No Philly)
Send shots to his face
Had him looking real silly (Grrah grrah boom)
[Chorus: Ziro Bandz]
They like Ziro the bad guy
No bitch I'm the Neighborhood Reaper (Grrah)
Talking on Pop and I'm clutching my heater (No cap)
We sending shots at his brand new beamer like (Bow bow)
I'm a demon (Uh huh)
Ziro in the cut, man they can't even see him (At all)
Ripping his body, that lil n***a bleeding
Get beat with the grip
Make ya mans have a seizure (Make ya' mans have a seizure)

[Verse 2: Edot Babyy & Ziro Bandz]
I'm a reaper, creeper, no jeepers
Hop out the v, trying to catch me a peter
You in the car and get hit from the bleachers
No cap, I really rap all the facts
I talk my shit cause I'm really with that (I'm really with that)
Hundreds to ones, that shit in a stack (No cap no cap)
This n***a dumb if he try to attack Grrah (If he try to)
I just be talking on beats for the fun of it (For the fun of it)
You got ya choppa
No you ain't upping it (No you ain't upping it)
Slide through they block
Trying to spar come get em' (Get em' get em get em')
New opp died nah it's a new victim, grrah, grrah
Two pistols, bending ya block while I'm toting two pistols
N***a's is mad Ziro too official (Grrah grrah)
You talking on gang and I shoot at ya mental
[Bridge: Ziro Bandzz]
(Hollon)

[Verse 3: Ziro Bandz]
N***a's thought I was done
You talking on Pop, it's no where to run
See me with the gang, it's no one on one (Grrah grrah)
Put on for this shit, this shit ain't for fun
You look at me wrong, I'm clutching my gun
My bullets don't miss, they cooking ya lungs
Ziro stay strapped
Keep a hundred round drum (Yeah yeah yeah)
They not gon' shoot, you sound real dumb
You must not know, we about red rum
Shooting shit too long, my finger getting numb
Been running the game, ya n***a my sons (No cap)
No politicking, lil bitch you a bum (You a bum)
No upping the score, [?] already won (We won)
Send me the addy, I'm getting it done (Facts)
The king of this shit, the reaper son (Ziro)