Reaper (Explicit) - Peezy/BabyTron/Fast & Furious: The Fast Saga/Babyface Ray

Lyrics by：Marcellus Rayvon Register/James Johnson IV/Philip Glen-Earl Peaks/Paulo Rodriguez/Charles Forsberg III/Mark Anthony Masters Jr.

Composed by：Marcellus Rayvon Register/James Johnson IV/Philip Glen-Earl Peaks/Paulo Rodriguez/Charles Forsberg III/Mark Anthony Masters Jr.

Unc' dropped the fent he overdid it with the carfent

Super ham doggy far away from being Clark Kent

Chrome on the t-shirt I think that's where my heart went

Ain't no water gun but I'll pull up leave the park drenched

Wood full of ah think I'm running out of oxygen

Young as hell but I know the game like I'm Popovich

Megatron throw the bag up I ain't dropping ****

Scam star fluke ID it say Dominic

Off of ten probably got a 'script I could cop a brick

SBDSM how I'm not the ****

Can't waste time boy no matter what the clock gon' tick

Chillin' at the top my opps at the bottom pissed

Redeye cut the traction off I might pop a wheelie

If you made something out of nothing then you gotta feel me ****

I don't know magic but it look like it

Tryna catch this widebody it's gon' have the hook flying

It ain't take **** push the pedal and I shook by 'em

Hit the side street and cut the car off

**** look at me I'm my neighborhood's finest

No hat zero cap I'm a star dawg

What you know about top-down sunset California dreaming

What you know about Rolls Royce back to back like the money team

What you know about Trackhawks hellcats fleeing from the scene

Standing on go everything green

That money come in fast I'm serious

Engine too loud I ain't hearing it

For a lil' cream I'll experiment

Ayy find the rock coming for my folks like Herriott

I know she bad but she got mines like Derius

I'm thinking 'bout a brand new Benz the AMG

I done put two best friends in just two seats

It's common sense you don't work then you don't eat

They might think I'm banging crip I rock two C's

Before I go put codeine in my IV

I hope you know it's hard out here and harder to leave

Lately I've been scouting these baddies I'm building a team

This paper got me doing magic woke up in a dream

What you know about top-down sunset California dreaming

What you know about Rolls Royce back to back like the money team

What you know about Trackhawks hellcats fleeing from the scene

Standing on go everything green

Chillin' at the Waldorf eleven hundred a night

Press a button top peel off I'm loving this life

I love it

Ask a ***** how she feel is we ******* tonight

Where we going

I was a bad-a*s kid hands covered in white

Look at me now I'm froze neck covered in ice

Look at the kids they staring when I stop at the light

They see it

Look at the h*es they see me they ******* on sight

Real talk

Ghetto married to the game threw a bucket of rice

Am I in love

Hell yeah in love with a pint

But she ain't got her own bag she ain't really my type

I showed love and they stabbed me in my back with a knife

I took the knife and cut d**e with it now we alright

What you know about top-down sunset California dreaming

What you know about Rolls Royce back to back like the money team

What you know about Trackhawks hellcats fleeing from the scene

Standing on go everything green