(Intro)
Uh
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
Reaper gang, uh, yuh, uh

(Verse 1)
Yeah, I can't go back and forth on the internet
I ain't sending no dissin I got n***as (?) sliddin on a opp 'for I send a threat
I'll never go Hollywood, you can catch me on the block posted up where the killers at
Then you going see me chassin the bitch, rather go hit a lick, do whatever to get the check
Feeling like 10 on my drip then go get it back
Cook cost you rent bitch I need every (?) water, lil n***a I'm sipping act
Ride 'round with the glizzy, I'm popping my shit through the city, they say I don't know how to act
Too frеsh to fight any n***a, hollows in the pistol, you play you go 'come a pack
And I keep a killer with mе, he 'goin do it for free, (?) get you wacked

(Verse 2)
On the block, like it's King Of The Hill