GRIM REAPER - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Stab a little pussy and I'm watching all his blood flow

Feeling like a baker 'cause I'm stacking all this fucking dough

Skin that motherfucker with my bayonet from head to toe

Fucker didn't even know, his percs are placebo

Mind is on the money, leave the pistol by him, leave it bloody

Cop some brand new swag, I got Gucci on my waist

Fucker wanna test his luck, he be put to waste

I make hella bands, I eat shit you never taste

Pussy gonna find out that his shit is fucking laced

Yuh, yuh, uh, uh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Yeah-ah-ah)

Lu-lurking at the dead of night, like it's fucking Halloween

Leave a fucking bloody mess, the crime scene won't be clean

Go- go- got a Gucci leather strap on my AR-15

I need to get fucked up, so I'm sipping on some lean

I be seeing shit, I think that I'm fucking haunted

I make hella bands, I could cop a yacht if I wanted

She sucking on the dick, 'til her face is frosted

Married to the blicky, yuh, you know we fucking bonded

Cooking up like Walter, I got poison in my fucking beaker

I got hella visions, yeah, I'm feeling like a necromancer

I got hidden power, pussy, I'm a fucking sleeper (Hahaha)

Murder on my mind, I'm the fucking Grim Reaper

Mind is on the money, leave the pistol by him, leave it bloody

Mind is on the money, leave the pistol by him, leave it blood-

Mind is on the money, leave the pistol by him, leave it bloody