Letra de Instagram Reaper - Punchmade Dev

Yo Instagram got deleted, man

Yes, sir. Probably about, like, four months ago

Man, you know what I'm saying you was out the way for a minute

So, like, what you've been doing in between time

Really living life without it, you feel me

Lately I've been feeling like I'm running from the feds

It might be time to hang it up. It's fucking with my head

I can't quit now, ima sip a line and push a head

I want a opp down scoot up on him and push off his head

If I didn't take that risk, I wouldn't be so ahead

If it wasn't for them fiends, I probably would be broke instead who going to keep a solid for me if I get locked inside the feds Who going to catch a kill for me when I put money on they head

They gonna do a drill for me, I set a price, enough was said

Make it happen in a day or less, I'll cut you twice the check (On god)

(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)

I could press a Perc 30 and sell it quick when touch down to Lex

That fast money make it hard for me to not go flex

You a crash dummy if you run up reaching for my neck

I already popped him once, who gonna be next

Imagine doing fraud and selling ***** ,I'm here to picture that

You work a 9 to 5, ain't trying to take a risk, so stick to that

You'll never catch me in the club, I'm way too rich for that

You'll never catch me getting pressed, I always got my stick attached

When I take down yo instagram, you'll never get it back

(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)

Cause when I send them, they gonna get it done

There ain't no spinning back

I forgot that he was dead

I was confused why he ain't text me back

You let a grown man take your gun go get your pistol back

(Living life without it, you feel me)

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