Reaper Creepin

God just hit my phone, he told me that I’m up next
I got four bitches on the way like Uber X
Text message from my bitch, she keep on sending me threats
But, I don’t give a fuck, tat pussy old as cassettes
I’m upset, no Drake shit
Trip so sick just like a patient
Give me face as some sort of payment
I ain’t gon' show up unless I’m gettin' payment
Fuck you, pay me, fuck you, pay me
If you hit me up, you better be money ready
Shit ain’t sweet nigga, I ain’t Lil Debby
Glow in the dark steady
Trust me, I’m hard as diamonds, y’all niggas fluffy
Touch me and that’ll be the last thing you touchin'
If you think I’m bluffin' then you can come and call it
Poker face, I’m all in, these niggas got diaper mouths
All they do is talk shit, with the offense
Walk it how I talk it, I live it how I’m spittin', nigga
I ain’t throw my dog money, but he went and fetched it, nigga
Damn, yeah that’s right
Peach flavor syrup, mix it with the Sprite
Hope you say your prayers cause you might die tonight
Ay, Grim Reaper creepin', he might hit you with his scythe
Ay, yeah