Soul Reaper Songtext
von Quando Rondo

Ha (ha, ha)
They got me fucked up if they thinking I ain′t gon' rock out (Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)

They got me fucked up if they thinkin′ I ain't gon' rock out like I′m pussy (yo, Vicky)
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully
Whole 30 shots, strapped with my rod, wait ′til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "Fuck 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
Nigga 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

My grandma told me that I'm close to my casket, that′s why I keep a ratchet
30 clip on me with that stick in the back seat, let′s see who 'bout that action
Switch on that MAC, yeah, we gon′ up it and blast it, this bitch 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' bitch for treatin′ me like I'm average
Jump out that tree, grippin' that stick and let that fuck nigga have it
Load up them Glocks, walk down the street, we gon′ do this shit 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 fuck ′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 shit I heard from my lil' partner is like, "Load up and let′s spin"

They got me fucked up if they thinkin' I ain′t gon' rock out like I′m pussy
Go call the cops, we draw the chops, switch on that Glock hit like a fully
Whole 30 shots, strapped with my rod, wait 'til it's dark, jump out the bushes
We screaming, "Fuck 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
Nigga 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