Lyrics Reaper (feat. JID) - Boombox Cartel , JID

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 line
On this island, I'm feelin' like I'm primetime and it's prom
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
Gave him 20-30-45 minutes
Niggas killed the game, then killed the critics
Anybody 'round, everybody dead
Oh shit, killin' rappers so the reaper reckon rackin' it up
Red rum 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

Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids from a small, small town
With some lit city niggas and they all wild out
I am not a pretty nigga, I'm a dawg right now, okay

Okay, ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids from a small, small town
With some lit city niggas and they all wild out
I am not a pretty nigga, I'm a dawg right now, okay

Ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Bunch of little bad kids from a small, small town
With some lit city niggas and they all wild out
I am not a pretty nigga, I'm a dawg right now