Текст песни Rap N****s (feat. TrapBoyZurp) - Donservinn

I'm catching bodies man i feel like the reaper
No mask kill a nigga imma leave ya
You swear to god better pray he believe ya
I slide with that broom nigga imma sweep ya
You heaven sent well i'll send you back early
I'm in that field nigga Todd Gurley
I'm bagging you niggas you niggas be birdy
Two twin glocks and then both of them dirty
I got the drop on an opp
You pull on this rip then you bound to get shot
Bitch i'm Big Trap I be clicking a lot
He swear on her life so his mother got shot
They know i'm fucked up in the head
Trap boy shit fill you up with lead
He caught a face shot he was still in the bed
Run up on his granny we're taking her meds
I feel like a demon don't test me
Bitch none of these rappers they never could best me
I'm fucking her sister then fucking her bestie
I'm kicking that shit like my last name was messi
Certified wockhardt straight from the pharmacy
Thirty on me so lil bitch you ain't harming me
None of these rap niggas going as hard as me
Blue tip bullets ripping through his artery

Like It's 006 and I came with new tech
Wanna play den we talking like who next
Internet niggas in love with the blue checks
On the gang and we havin his Crew stretched
No second chances we blowing em first
Day light gone put a Opp inna dirt
Niggas be bitches a glock and a skirt
Two cents in he done up the worst
We watching him drop like a stream on Twitch
Thirty gon studder I put onna Switch
You talking crazy we back like a Bitch
Ball with my brothers like lilo and Stitch
Behind close doors say I'm making em hole
See that you telling get Smack wit the Pole
Balling for real I'm scoring like Cole
G26 with a clip look Swole
Only Tuesday shells in his Condo
Put the nine to his back like Rondo
Glock or the chop he get hit wit a combo
Throw a shot in his chest like a bronco
Thirty correct em he talking all Proper
Got the army inside of my Locker
Throw a shell at his back
Needa Walker
He ain't surviving go call up a doctor