Songtext zu 'Reaper (feat. BabyTron)' von Babyface Ray

Unc' dropped the fent, he overdid it with the carfent
Super ham, doggy far away from bein' Clark Kent
Chrome on the t-shirt, I think that's where my heart
Ain't no water gun, but I'll pull up, leave the park drenched

Wood full of— (Shh), think I'm runnin' out of oxygen
Young as hell, but I know the game, like I'm Popovich
Megatron, throw the bag up, I ain't droppin' shit
Scam star, fluke ID, it say Dominic

Off of ten, probably got a 'script, I could cop a brick (Sheesh)
SBD$M, how I'm not the shit?
Can't waste time, boy, no matter what, the clock gon' tick
Chillin' at the top, my opps at the bottom pissed
Redeye, cut the traction off, I might pop a wheelie
If you made somethin' out of nothin', then you gotta feel me

Shit, I don't know magic, but it look like it
Tryna catch this widebody, it's gon' have the hook flyin'
It ain't take shit, push the pedal and I shook by 'em (Skrrt)
Hit the side street and cut the car off (Man)
Shit, look at me, I'm my neighborhood's finest (Yeah)
No hat, zero cap, I'm a star, dawg (Zero)

What you know about top down sunset California dreamin'?
What you know about Rolls-Royce back to back like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Standin' on go, everythin' green

That money come in fast, I'm serious
Engine too loud, I ain't hearin' it, for a lil' cream, I'll experiment
Ayy, find the rock, comin' for my folks, like Herriott
I know she bad, but she got mines, like Derius

I'm thinkin' 'bout a brand new Benz, the AMG
I done put two best friends in just two seats
It's common sense, you don't work, then you don't eat
They might think I'm bangin' Crip, I rock two C's

Before I go, put codeine in my IV
I hope you know it's hard out here and harder to leave
Lately, I've been scoutin' these baddies, I'm buildin' a team
This paper got me doin' magic, woke up in a dream

What you know about top down sunset California dreamin'?
What you know about Rolls-Royce back to back like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Standin' on go, everythin' green (Yo)

Chillin' at the Waldorf (Yeah), eleven hundred a night
Press a button, top peel off, I'm lovin' this life (I love it)
Ask a bitch how she feel, is we fuckin' tonight? (Where we goin'?)

I was a bad-ass kid (Go), hands covered in white (Go)
Look at me now, I'm froze, neck covered in ice
Look at the kids, they starin' when I stop at the light (They see it)
Look at the hoes, they see me, they fuckin' on sight (Real talk)

Ghetto married to the game, threw a bucket of rice (Uh-huh)
Am I in love? Hell yeah, in love with a pint
But she ain't got her own bag, she ain't really my type (Go)
I showed love and they stabbed me in my back with a knife (Facts)
I took the knife and cut dope with it, now we alright (Ghetto)

What you know about top down sunset California dreamin'?
What you know about Rolls-Royce back to back like the money team?
What you know about Trackhawks, Hellcats fleein' from the scene?
Standin' on go, everythin' green