REAPER

(Wait hold on, wait hold on)

It's the reaper, run into ya house, keep ya soul tucked

I hit Chowdaaa we gon get the blunts, we gon roll up

Zazaza, in my back seat, found a nug

I ain't fucking with that lil bop, unless she got buns

And these niggas still chicken, shout-out Roscoe

Long Beach, flipped the whip on a pothole

Oh they said young a bitch, we are not those

Cuddi in the closet out here acting macho