[Lyric] Real Reaper (C3 Official)

They run to 12 them nggas squekers
Make it hot just feel this heater
Could never walk up in my sneakers
Btch imma Real reaper
They run to 12 them nggas squekers
Make it hot just feel this heater
Could never walk up in my sneakers
Btch imma Real reaper
Hook


Btch imma menace
I keep a stick no tennis
We in the field no benches
Btch come test us
Wet yo sht up like it’s Venice
Serving the white no Dennis
They say I’m reckless
Spinning and spinning it’s endless
Pole to his mouth like dentist
These nggas be jealous
Smoking on green no lettuce
Burn you like coal no Bennett
Now you looking horrendous
back To Hook
How them nggas ride through but never stop by
He ain't no killer i can see in his eyes
The lil boy a plane he sent to the sky
Dont make a diss fck around and die
Beat up the block like I beat up her spine
He said he gon rob me I told him to try
Dont know what he was thinking must've been high
Get to lighting sht up no 4th of july
Final back to Hook