Soul Reaper lyrics

[Intro]
Ha (Ha, ha)
They got me f*cked up if they thinkin' I ain't gon' rock out
(Damn, Jam, this sh*t a vibe)

[Chorus]
They got me f*cked up if they thinkin' I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pus*y (Yo, Vicky)
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully
Whole thirty shots, strapped with my rod, wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "f*ck a nine to five," I'm on the block grippin' the toolie
All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, run down
Chopper make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild
n*gga ran up on me, then wе spanked him, I'm talking lights out
We do the dash in that Durango, jump out with that pipе out
So tell 'em pipe down

[Verse]
My grandma told me that I'm close to my casket, that's why I keep a ratchet
Thirty clip on me with that stick in the backseat, let's see who 'bout that action
Switch on that MAC, yeah, we gon' up it and blast it, this b*tch an automatic
He made a diss, wait 'til the day that we catch him, we gon' see who really savage
I had to cut off my lil' b*tch for treatin' me like I'm average
Jump out that tree, grippin' that stick and let that f*ck n*gga have it
Load up them Glocks, walk down the street, we gon' do this sh*t here forever
Extension stock G23, I'm tryna knock off a rapper
I'm on my block, boy, come and creep, I don't think you want no real static
I don't give a f*ck 'bout who got beat, it's 'bout who got turned to ashes
We steady passin' out stretchers, tats on my back, Famous Dexter
I'm from the bottom of the 'jects, we bang 6-0 in my section
Girl, you ain't more than my best friend, I only trust in that Wesson
We hit the A, I-95, then bought some Glocks out the West End
.223 and 5.56, I bet it cave that boy chest in
Realest sh*t I heard from my lil' partner is like, "Load up and let's spin"
[Chorus]
They got me f*cked up if they thinkin' I ain't gon' rock out like I'm pus*y
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully
Whole thirty shots, strapped with my rod, wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "f*ck a nine to five," I'm on the block grippin' the toolie
All out the roof, that stick go boom, bam, run down
Chopper make the gun sound
I know they hate I live a gangster lifestyle
Can't go nowhere without that banger 'cause my life wild
n*gga ran up on me, then we spanked him, I'm talking lights out
We do the dash in that Durango, jump out with that pipe out
So tell 'em pipe down