FREE DA GRIM REAPER FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
E-E-Enrgy made this one
Ridin' round wit' a (It’s us)
Ridin' round wit' a (Slatt)
Ridin' round (Go)
Ridin' round wit' a

[Verse]
Ridin' round wit a judge give a n*gga the death sentence
I just spent a cool thirty-eight on a few pendants (Yeah)
If I build a new house pave the road with rose gold
My newest b*tch is way prettier than my old hoes (God)
I never had nobody help me up in my darkest low (God)
sh*t was movin' too fast, had to pour a four (Yeah)
We still countin' new cash, at the bungalow
The youngest me was sellin wood, like a gigolo (Slatt)
The youngest me was juggin' sh*t, tell hеr for the low
Hctib aggin a kcuf yllaer ll'I
Really saying sh*t that no onе knows
Free the grim reaper tagging toes and snatching hoes
Had her turn around [?]
We dog white b*tches just because they made Jim Crow
We going right a n*gga sh*t if they think it’s sweet
I really change yo life seen folks you’ll never meet
f*ck her from the back pull her wig she young Meek
Yea, they know my name
We hit him in his mouth now he iced at Johnny Dang (That was hard, ight come on)
It’s really us, if I ain’t know [?] I couldn’t trust 'em
Try to set me up what the f*ck I should’ve bust 'em
Shouldn’t have spared this n*gga b*tch, should’ve bust her
All I like is carrots like DW, Arthur, Buster
I’m a salt shaker, back breaker, flow sweeper, hoe beater, door kicker, lick hitter, sack getter, bag flipper, wraith ripper, drank sipper, Glock toter, b*tch thief (Go)
I really wipe a n*gga nose like I'm Lil Keed
Really got that sh*t from the ground, like a plant seed
b*tches who take pictures in my crib that’s my pet peeve
b*tch you ain’t my b*tch can’t get much
A b*tch who ain’t my b*tch can’t get
A b*tch who ain’t my b*tch can’t get nothing
100 yards in my front yard they wondering why i’m rushing
Hitting that b*tch from the back she get that stuffing
R.I.P. grandma she send me to church with all this cussing