Reaper - Boombox Cartel, J.I.D

Okay, look

We startin' a riot but we ain’t marchin' with signs

So pick a side and end up on the wrong side of the nine

On this island, I’m feelin' like I’m Primetime in his prime

Or Bron-Bron on the Megatron when I’m out of my mind, you die

I could be coolin'-coolin', why would you tempt me?

Look at my temperature

I could just lose it, lose it, but I’m not losin', bitch, I’m an emperor

Pity the fool,

the foolish niggas been snoozin' like it’s cruising altitude

We at your crewneck and your neck too, get him a special

Hit him in the leg and the breast, better get him a vest

That’s two in a biscuit, we just missed pedestrians

We destroyed all the evidence

I’m just lookin' for the nearest exit

Put a sign down, made a real mess

Give it twenty, thirty, forty-five minutes

Niggas killed the game then killed the critics

Anybody 'round, everybody dead

Oh, shit, killin' rappers so the reaper reckon rackin' it up

Redrum sippin', ridin' with the savages, rough

Head hun', hey Hunny with the apple butt

Can we smash or what?

It’ll be like

Oh, get it, get it, get it, get it

Oh, shit, get it, get it, get it