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only the reapers - yfg fatso lyrics

[intro]
always sayin’ this sh*t, i might say it too much, but they knowin’ lil go been the biggest (cuda, you made this?)
still tryna k!ll these ho n*ggas before i make it, i ain’t keep on spinnin’ (come on)

[chorus]
look at go, he done did some sh*t (come on)
changed up on me, i still could hit it
drac’ got a red wood, i hit bro for it, i wanna if i could get it (let me get that)
d*ck in her mouth, guess who been d*ckin’ her down before and durin’ your sentence? (come here, come here)
rtc, me and my reaps gets hats, b*tch, we tryna reap the city (aw, man)
always sayin’ this sh*t, i might say it too much, but they knowin’ lil go been thе biggest (aw, man)
still tryna k!ll these ho n*ggas bеfore i make it, i ain’t tryna keep on spinnin’ (come on)
lil’ bro twelve, he tellin’ me give him a switch, so i did, bro, we in the trenches (i gave him that b*tch)
boxes of bullets and carbines on top of the car, just look in, it’s a bunch of them b*tches, n*gga

[verse]
i buy a bundle of switches (come on, come on)
ain’t cheap, i’m buyin’ bundles for b*tches
k!ll every opp in the way, here go the drac’, you don’t gotta go shoot with no pistol (come on, come on)
first shot bro had took, it had hit him (frr)
face cards, we makin’ days out n*ggas (we makin’ days)
hey there, hey lil’ boy, he ready to score, swear this 10 bring the daze out a n*gga (hey lil’ boy)
i can’t post my lo’ ’cause ig hoes always in there hangin’ with me (they always there)
soon as i hear bro name, i’ma instantly spin, i ain’t tryna talk, i know who did it (i ain’t tryna talk, nah)
jump out the car, i’m shootin’ first, when i’m poppin’ my door, i’ma murder whoever against me
ready to bust me a cap, when i come through the door, i’ma murder somethin’ for lil timmy
still on probation, i’m not even totin’ my banger, i promise, a gun nowhere near me (i promise to god)
we turn the shooter to singer, he cried out a note, he done went queen b on a n*gga (aw, man)
bullets got close, so i instantly went to the floor and i shot out the feet of a n*gga (aw, man)
he turned ghost, but i seen him tryna run out the score, but i put arp on a n*gga (come on, come on)
ten feet tall, n*ggas go six feet deep to the fire in new wooden boxes (come on, come on)
everybody armed, then tell ’em we reapers in here, we ain’t playin’ that sh*t with n0body
i took a n*gga who wasn’t worth sh*t and i put him out, this n*gga up for adoption (he up for adoption)
f*ck if you doin’ in the car? you ain’t drivin’ or shootin’ or tryin’, you sittin’ there watchin’ (come on)
[chorus]
look at go, he done did some sh*t (come on)
changed up on me, i still could hit it
drac’ got a red wood, i hit bro for it, i wanna if i could get it (let me get that)
d*ck in her mouth, guess who been d*ckin’ her down before and durin’ your sentence? (come here, come here)
rtc, me and my reaps gets hats, b*tch, we tryna reap the city (aw, man)
always sayin’ this sh*t, i might say it too much, but they knowin’ lil go been the biggest (aw, man)
still tryna k!ll these ho n*ggas before i make it, i ain’t tryna keep on spinnin’ (come on)
lil’ bro twelve, he tellin’ me give him a switch, so i did, bro, we in the trenches (i gave him that b*tch)
boxes of bullets and carbines on top of the car, just look in, it’s a bunch of them b*tches, n*gga

[outro]
(cuda, you made this?)

- yfg fatso lyrics

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