Boombox Cartel, JID - Reaper lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boombox Cartel, JID - Reaper lyrics]
Okay, look
We startin' a riot but we
Ain't marchin' with signs
So pick a side and end up on
The wrong side of the nine on this island
I'm feelin' like I'm Primetime in his prime
Or Bron-Bron on the Megatron when
I'm out of my mind, you die
I could be coolin'-coolin'
Why would you tempt me?
Look at my temperature
I could just lose it, lose it
But I'm not losin', bitch, i'm an emperor
Pity the fool
The foolish niggas been snoozin'
Like it's cruising altitude
We at your crewneck and your neck too
Get him a special
Hit him in the leg and the breast
Better get him a vest
That's two in a biscuit
We just missed pedestrians
We destroyed all the evidence
I'm just lookin' for the nearest exit
Put a sign down, made a real mess
Give it twenty, thirty, forty-five minutes
Niggas killed the game then
Killed the critics
Anybody 'round, everybody dead oh, shit
Killin' rappers so the reaper
Reckon rackin' it up
Redrum sippin', ridin' with the savages
Rough
Head hun', hey Hunny with the apple butt
Can we smash or what? It'll be like
Oh, get it, get it, get it, get it
Oh, shit, get it, get it, get it
Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay
Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay
We startin' a riot but we
Ain't marchin' with signs
So pick a side and end up on
The wrong side of the nine on this island
I'm feelin' like I'm Primetime in his prime
Or Bron-Bron on the Megatron when
I'm out of my mind, you die
I could be coolin'-coolin'
Why would you tempt me?
Look at my temperature
I could just lose it, lose it
But I'm not losin', bitch, i'm an emperor
Pity the fool
The foolish niggas been snoozin'
Like it's cruising altitude
We at your crewneck and your neck too
Get him a special
Hit him in the leg and the breast
Better get him a vest
That's two in a biscuit
We just missed pedestrians
We destroyed all the evidence
I'm just lookin' for the nearest exit
Put a sign down, made a real mess
Give it twenty, thirty, forty-five minutes
Niggas killed the game then
Killed the critics
Anybody 'round, everybody dead oh, shit
Killin' rappers so the reaper
Reckon rackin' it up
Redrum sippin', ridin' with the savages
Rough
Head hun', hey Hunny with the apple butt
Can we smash or what? It'll be like
Oh, get it, get it, get it, get it
Oh, shit, get it, get it, get it
Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay
Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay
Ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids
From a small smalltown
With some litty city niggas and
They all wild out i am not a pretty nigga
I'm a dawg right now, okay