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T
K
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Im the nigga wit a purpose
You the nigga from the circus
40 gon be ya surgeon
It wanna bust yeah it's urgin
She wanna talk call it flirtin
Kiss of death when it's purgin
Take his life if he irkin
We send that's shots that's on purpose
Imma leave him in the wind
That's on god imma win
Born curses love to sin
I'm the lion in the den
You's a bitch you's a hen
I'm the real one in the end
Cutting corners yeah I bend
Couple shots I can send
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
Wit this shit imma beast
Feel like sonic I'm unleashed
Putting fangs on all my teeth
Come and listen hear the heat
Where her face f*ck the sheets
Imma master on theses beats
Hop on them love to eat
Get the bread then repeat
Imma ninja real discreet
Make 'em hurt make em bleed
Crack his head make 'em leek
Where his bitch crack her cheeks
Wheres the glory what I seek
Feel like dolph love to preach
I'm so clean ain't no crease
Haters mad not that deep
Glock in my hand
And my finger on the trigga
Imma money makin nigga
REAPER GANG
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D
T
K
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Im the nigga wit a purpose
You the nigga from the circus
40 gon be ya surgeon
It wanna bust yeah it's urgin
She wanna talk call it flirtin
Kiss of death when it's purgin
Take his life if he irkin
We send that's shots that's on purpose
Imma leave him in the wind
That's on god imma win
Born curses love to sin
I'm the lion in the den
You's a bitch you's a hen
I'm the real one in the end
Cutting corners yeah I bend
Couple shots I can send
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
Wit this shit imma beast
Feel like sonic I'm unleashed
Putting fangs on all my teeth
Come and listen hear the heat
Where her face f*ck the sheets
Imma master on theses beats
Hop on them love to eat
Get the bread then repeat
Imma ninja real discreet
Make 'em hurt make em bleed
Crack his head make 'em leek
Where his bitch crack her cheeks
Wheres the glory what I seek
Feel like dolph love to preach
I'm so clean ain't no crease
Haters mad not that deep
Glock in my hand
And my finger on the trigga
Imma money makin nigga
REAPER GANG
T
K
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Im the nigga wit a purpose
You the nigga from the circus
40 gon be ya surgeon
It wanna bust yeah it's urgin
She wanna talk call it flirtin
Kiss of death when it's purgin
Take his life if he irkin
We send that's shots that's on purpose
Imma leave him in the wind
That's on god imma win
Born curses love to sin
I'm the lion in the den
You's a bitch you's a hen
I'm the real one in the end
Cutting corners yeah I bend
Couple shots I can send
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
Glock in my hand and my finger on the trigger
Pocket full of all this bread Imma money makin nigga
Since I was a lil shit I wanted to make alll them figure
Count them digit
A good livin
See them hands to the ceilin
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
I come like I'm immortal
Go wit Rick thur the portal
Come to kill so immoral
Said F*ck comin cordial
Wit this shit imma beast
Feel like sonic I'm unleashed
Putting fangs on all my teeth
Come and listen hear the heat
Where her face f*ck the sheets
Imma master on theses beats
Hop on them love to eat
Get the bread then repeat
Imma ninja real discreet
Make 'em hurt make em bleed
Crack his head make 'em leek
Where his bitch crack her cheeks
Wheres the glory what I seek
Feel like dolph love to preach
I'm so clean ain't no crease
Haters mad not that deep
Glock in my hand
And my finger on the trigga
Imma money makin nigga
REAPER GANG
Writer: Alexander Jones jr
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