[Lyric] Reaper Flow (Bugaloo)

Nah I ain’t 50 cent
But I lost to many men
It’s drill time we spin again
Bad lil thang she brown skin
I just call her cinnamon but she crazy
If she ever thinkin imma pay her bills
Ain’t playin fair street nigga
I grew up off welfare junky house
It ain’t nun but roaches pots and Pans there
Big gun shit ah stretch em
Out just like spandex
Big bombs shit goin off sound like Baghdad
No grocery store nigga got dat work then
We goin bag that kidnap his brother cuz
I heard he know just where that cash at
Grim reaper flow killed the beat
Recorded this with a hoodie on
I’m paranoid gotta watch these niggas
Cuz idk what they on
She call my phone don’t get no answer
Niggas out there playin in traffic
Used to play that corner store that shit was pumping no asthmatic
Success is right In arm reach
All I gotta do is grab it
If it take for you to cross me for some money
Then you can have it
Still I gave my last you ain’t know it
I was down bad me and my niggas
50/50 take a perk and split it half
13 years old when I ranned off
With my first stash
Makin hits and droppin shit off just like door dash
Livin in dat fast lane my teacher say I’m goin crash
30 thou all blues scripts
New coupe where the roof went
These niggas got loose loops
They talk a lot but don’t do shit
Big body like a cruise ship
This str8 out da muscle
All I know is the hustle
Can’t ask a nigga for nun
I put the speakers in the trap
Cuz ah young niggas bumpin
Whenever you see I’m solo
She bring back like a yo-yo
Up and down yeah she go
She bounce that ass like a pogo