Letra de Reap - BAK Jay

Hm, hm, hm

Oh, that's BAK, mhm

Nigga, long live Baby 30, nigga, go

Niggas know how I get

Go, go, go

Slow this bitch down, turn on the next street

Niggas dry, wanna diss, had to bring out the reap (Bring out the reap)

I wrecked my whip on the way to the East

Lookin' for GMG, they ain't out, them boys sleep

Hit him with sixty for tryna steal fifty

I'm talkin' 'bout switches, them fullies get busy (Brr)

Don't run or go hide when I'm back in the city

Nigga thought he was slimy, now his life a lil' risky

Before I go broke, I'ma turn to a robber (Turn to a robber)

Brand-new box on the back, that bitch hotter than lava (Hot, hot, hot)

Bro had said they sent shots, but nobody had popped 'em

If we send some shots, send they ass to the doctor

Got finessed for your pole, boy, your ass is a dummy (You a dummy)

You my bitch, play your role, better not do nothin' funny

Pour three lines up for bro, then I walk like a zombie

How the fuck you gon' hate on me then like to bump me?

Ooh, shit, oh, that's BAK

Had to cut off the dreads, let the hoes see my face

If I catch his bitch ass, leave his shoes with no lace

Have him rollin' in grass, shouldn't have played with a snake (Shouldn't have played)

I'm a dog, but I think I like you

Know how you get, so I cannot wife you (Can't wife you)

Call up lil' twin, have him spinnin' with rifles

'Fore you hop in this ride, better read you a Bible (Read you a Bible)

Before I go broke, I'ma turn to a robber

Brand-new box on the back, that bitch hotter than lava (Hotter than lava)

Bro had said they sent shots, but nobody had popped 'em

If we send some shots, send they ass to the doctor

Got finessed for your pole, boy, your ass is a dummy

You my bitch, play your role, better not do nothin' funny (Do nothin' funny)

Pour three lines up for bro, then I walk like a zombie

How the fuck you gon' hate on me then like to bump me?

Slow this bitch down, turn on the next street (Slow this bitch down)

Niggas dry, wanna diss, had to bring out the reap (Bring out the reap)

I wrecked my whip on the way to the East

Lookin' for GMG, they ain't out, them boys sleep (Them boys knocked out)

Hit him with sixty for tryna steal fifty

I'm talkin' 'bout switches, them fullies get busy

Don't run or go hide when I'm back in the city (When I'm back in the city)

Nigga thought he was slimy, now his life a lil' risky

Now his life a lil' risky

Tryna slime me, his life a lil' risky

Hit him with sixty for tryna steal fifty

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