Grim Reaper lyrics

[Intro: TEC]
Yeah, I'ma let that b*tch drop, you know I'ma say that (Yeah)
I'ma probably be saying some gutter sh*t right here (Yeah)
Some brrt, buh, buh, buh, buh, buh, cutter sh*t right here (Uh, baow)
Yeah, like that right there
You know we don't give a f*ck, I'm from that rank like that right there
Yeah, uh, uh, done sh*t
Buh, uh, uh, baow
Uh, baow, uh, uh
Bullsh*t, yeah, yeah, uh (Say, say, say, say)
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Uh, uh (Ayy, say, know what BG say, you know)
Uh, uh, uh (Free BG, you know, whole lot of that 8 sh*t, man)
It's sticks up, you know dog don't know sh*t
Ayy, say

[Chorus: TEC]
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Pay for them to sleep 'em, I'm tryna nap somethin'
Big grim reaper, swear I won't spare nothin'
Walkin' through that wood, big-ass gun, look like I'm bear huntin'
Ain't nobody that's on side 'em got a body bag
All my spiders got a body and they got a bag
Beatbox him, SpotemGottem, when I caught his ass
Try to pull up, you'll be dead on your arrival, yeah
[Verse 1: TEC]
Uh, whole city got them switches just like limbs off of trees (Limbs off of trees)
Pull up with them AR pistols, 5.56s, .223s
It go, "Chicka, chicka, boom," make a pus*y n*gga bleed
Ambush 'em from out the bushes, I left blood on the leaves
pus*y-ass n*gga, you ain't scarin' nobody
Just hit my dope up in the kitchen, I was playing Yo Gotti
I'm just reminiscing 'bout my bags and them bodies
Quick to drop it on they ass, them b*tches mad 'cause I got it
I don't f*ck with neither side, f*ck them n*ggas, they need to die
f*ck the peace, I squeeze the chopper, drum turn me up like an equalizer
Make him stutter just like Silkk the Shocker, he say that we killed his partner
Switches on my Glock, b*tch, pour out shots just like I spilled the vodka

[Chorus: TEC]
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Pay for them to sleep 'em, I'm tryna nap somethin'
Big grim reaper, swear I won't spare nothin'
Walkin' through that wood, big-ass gun, look like I'm bear huntin'
Ain't nobody that's on side 'em got a body bag
All my spiders got a body and they got a bag
Beatbox him, SpotemGottem, when I caught his ass
Try to pull up, you'll be dead on your arrival, yeah

[Verse 2: Fredo Bang]
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Ain't gotta flex, I get them chips, I'm talking real Funyons (Yeah, yeah)
The only time I see my opps is when they apps running (Okay)
Might send two hoes to set you up, I bet I bap something
My youngin caught a body, I had gave that n*gga all cash
Got money just like Dame, but when it's smoke, I never did that
Don't care about they feelings, I be happy when they all sad
Spin his block, pop his top, dress him up in all black
Obesity, my pockets fat, take a loss, I get it back
Pray to God, he think he seen the light, I turned it pitch black
You play a little, I take it far, pull up on you like Instacart
Sit him down, he won't get up, this n*gga think he Rosa Parks
[Chorus: TEC]
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Pay for them to sleep 'em, I'm tryna nap somethin'
Big grim reaper, swear I won't spare nothin'
Walkin' through that wood, big-ass gun, look like I'm bear huntin'
Ain't nobody that's on side 'em got a body bag
All my spiders got a body and they got a bag
Beatbox him, SpotemGottem, when I caught his ass
Try to pull up, you'll be dead on your arrival, yeah

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
Put the phone in airplane mode, I need to focus by myself
Know I'm solid, way I'm rocking, this ain't local, it's somethin' else
Shot be high-percentage, deep off in the paint, penetrate
New compartments on the freight, we bring it in on interstate
They tried to check the engine bait, these some mechanics, right back at it
Lil' one still get it off in traffic, when there ain't no tea, he bag it
They go hunt, he tell 'em, pull up— brrt, automatic
I pop out, you tell me 'bout it, act like we don't know what happened
Pull up on you, carbon blanket with the 7.62 fabric
Play with me, get put to sleep or tuck you in and got you napping
Vegan, I don't be with beefin', speak on me, 'll steam your cabbage
People in they feelings about me, seem to me, you need a daddy

[Chorus: TEC]
Take that street money, mix it with that rap money
Pay for them to sleep 'em, I'm tryna nap somethin'
Big grim reaper, swear I won't spare nothin'
Walkin' through that wood, big-ass gun, look like I'm bear huntin'
Ain't nobody that's on side 'em got a body bag
All my spiders got a body and they got a bag
Beatbox him, SpotemGottem, when I caught his ass
Try to pull up, you'll be dead on your arrival, yeah
[Outro: TEC]
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