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lil murdah jett - ridin' with a reaper كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ayy, b_tch, shut up when a k!ller speak (shhh)
long live deadeye rico, he took three with him (haha)
jett world ‘til the f_ckin’ world blow, hoe
you know what the f_ck goin’ on (brrrah)

[verse]
i’m ridin’ with a reaper, f_ck a seatbelt, he got blood on his tee (grimey)
caught that goofy at the walgreens, turned that b_tch into a crime scene (boom)
i’m the youngest to ever pop sh_t, twelve with a thirty, no id (nope)
tried to hide at his auntie crib, still found his ass by the pine tree (gotcha)
lil’ bro swing that stick like golf, now he on the news with a smile (cheese)
we’ll k!ll your cousin and spin your block bеfore the body evеn go on file (hurry up)
keep that .40 in my backpack, f_ck school, i just came to profile (what?)
shot his bro and the ref at the court, now they both outta bounds (game over)
you ain’t never seen brains on a pitbull, b_tch, i have (facts)
caught him feedin’ his dog, left ‘em both with toe tags (doo_doo)
if you see me in the cut, don’t freeze, you better run fast (go)
i’ll park the whip, hop out dumpin’ with my whole class (we students)
we turn funerals to shootouts, drop sh_lls next to the flowers (boom)
lil kane got hit with a hundred, now his tombstone need towers (rest up)
y’all still shootin’ 9s? my chopper speak german with power (sprrrrt)
caught his granny lackin’ with her cane, hit her ass mid_hour (boom)
i ain’t got no morals, i robbed my own cousin for a p (give me that)
he cried like a b_tch, then i stripped him for his sneaks (p_ssy)
don’t talk to me ‘bout k!llers, we be drillin’ every week (real)
your whole gang soft, we slide through and never see heat (where y’all at?)
lil tazzy got turned to an angel while prayin’ at noon (amen)
we don’t do remorse, we celebrate with a hundred_round boom (celebrate)
jumped out the uber with a k and ruined his wedding dress (b_tch)
pastor caught a stray, now he preachin’ from a stretcher, bless (pow)
i don’t need no guidance, i need bodies in a ziplock (bagged up)
shoot up the church van, now they singin’ with they wigs off (no choir)
i told bruh don’t rap, just slide, now he on parole for life (he good)
shot his p.o. in the leg just for askin’ for advice (don’t ask me)
we in black trucks, masked up, loaded like it’s duty (let’s go)
put a bomb in the toy drive, ain’t no love in my lil’ movie (boom)
i seen death at seven, now i laugh when a mama cry (haha)
he got k!lled on live, i liked the post and didn’t bat an eye (petty)
told my opps, “make a wish,” ‘cause this .223 grant dreams (poof)
put his head on his cousin lap, now they both in the streams (live)
f_ck them r.i.p. tees, we burn them b_tches for fun (torch it)
if your dad ever dissed me, that old f_ck better run (run, pops)
this switch hit like tyson, uppercut straight to his brain (boom)
got his nose in his lap, now he smellin’ his own pain (ugh)
my block full of goblins, demons, and kids who skip meals (we hungry)
if you post that addy, your mama yard get peeled (boom boom)
lil marco got hit in his lip, now he mumble when he speak (dumb b_tch)
we spin every week, i’m talkin’ blood on my sneaks (bl__dy jett)
12 years old with a heater in the lunch tray, real (tucked)
i don’t do no features ‘less they bring me a opp to k!ll (facts)
put your name on a bullet, make it personal, hoe (here ya go)
if you beefin’ with jett, then you better call your folks (asap)
i ain’t never had a bedtime, just deadlines and poles (sticks)
grew up in the jungle, now my best friend is a skull (boom)
[outro]
yeah, we leave bones in the whip like it’s halloween, b_tch
lil murdah jett—12 years old, already banned from three schools, hoe
ridin’ with a reaper, so don’t ask me where i’m goin’
long live deadeye rico, he took y’all auntie with him
jett world, b_tch

- lil murdah jett

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