Reap The City P2 Lyrics – YFG FATSO

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[Intro]
(Swaggyono)
(I’m working on dying)
Come on, yeah, come on

[Chorus]
At any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (Woah, woah)
Only got one hat, the fu*k is that? You ain’t no drencher then (Woah, woah)
This b!tch getting in V Live with all these hoes, just bring my n!ggas in (Woah, woah)
Patting his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (Woah, woah)
Thumbing through racks, R.I.P. to lil’ Do It, he checked, I’ll never forget my mans (Woah, woah)
He used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (Woah, woah)
No dog, but shorty a dog when he holding the yawk, wintertime, he the Christmas man (Woah, woah)
They ain’t know I ain’t believe that much in a God, why I got scriptures then? (Woah, woah)

[Verse]
Headlocks, we who putting this rap s*it up in headlocks (Woah, woah)
Deadshot, he heard the 10 rock s*it, made his legs stop (Woah, woah)
I will not fall victim or play with no man (Woah, woah)
We was worse, my brother seen the hearse, said, “Fu*k it,” called it God’s plot (Woah, woah)
Still me, just a lil’ more knots, I guess I’m overheat (Woah, woah)
Fu*k me ’til I’m tired and fall asleep, wake up, get something to eat (Woah, woah)
Only me and my Reaps, or course, you know my squad reap (Woah, woah)
Young 8 ‘nem was dangerous, we had glizzies, posting all week (Woah, woah)
This life ain’t no game, once you start banging, this s*it all week (Woah, woah)
Post up, I be hanging all while I can’t indulge in dangling (Woah, woah)
Caught his first one, told him frame, he robbing s*it, but it wasn’t all sweet (Woah, woah)
She might suck me nice, my favorite GOAT, but I can’t stand sleep (Woah, woah)
Lay me down in my bed, if I snitch, somebody lay me down (Woah, woah)
Take it all back, know I’m good, I ain’t never gon’ rat, if I would, I’ll kill me now (Woah, woah)
Get more lo’s and camp on ’em ’til he come out, we ain’t come here to not get wild (Woah, woah)
Drac’ on a mission, I’m knowing this dangerous rounds, I ain’t come here to not get loud (Woah, woah)
Off, I’m selling fiends the hardest off, it don’t matter, they trip me out (Woah, woah)
We set it off, we the first ones up the ‘Hawk, we ain’t known to be playing around (Woah, woah)
This s*it raw, if a n!gga say turn me off, got it on me, just playing a foul (Woah, woah)
I’m way too hard for the industry, but they ain’t gate when I speak out (Woah, woah)
What the fu*k do he mean?

I guess he ain’t think it was real ’til he got peeled, we up, DOA (Woah, woah)
You talk off of Triller and all your real clout, put ‘Wood in face (Woah, woah)
I can’t sit in my hood, they spicy as fu*k and the pigs, they’ll know my face (Woah, woah)
I guess I can’t cry about none of these b!tches, they feeling me literally every new state (Woah, woah)
I guess it ain’t wrong, we took what a n!gga was eating, how he gon’ survive without no plate? (Woah, woah)
I’ll bring ’em out with them members, but, nah, I ain’t taking ’em on no dates (Woah, woah)
I guess I done did too much at a young age, it ain’t that much in my way (Woah, woah)
I just be going to work, I don’t sit up in church, so you know I wasn’t saying my grace, but I’m tryna pray (Woah, woah)
Tryna dodge a fed sentence, I don’t wanna die up in jail, I’m way too hard (Woah, woah)
We’ll leave his dreads twisted, two shot out the 10, loose up his locks (Woah, woah)
This was ‘posed to been here, I been grinding, I do this a lot (Woah, woah)
This s*it ain’t no skit, he play with foenem, switch a tiny box (Woah, woah)
Too many rumors around my name ’cause all these thots (Woah, woah)
Don’t trust hoes, lil’ bro, they quick to fu*k off they emotions and that’ll get somebody shot (Woah, woah)
Don’t read the blogs about me, tell ’em to eat my cock (Woah, woah)
And I been stepping on s*it with my feet, feeling comfortable, ho, I’m in high-top Crocs (Woah, woah)
Just do it ’til I say stop

[Chorus]
At any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (Woah, woah)
Only got one hat, the fu*k is that? You ain’t no drencher then (Woah, woah)
This b!tch getting in V Live with all these hoes, just bring my n!ggas in (Woah, woah)
Patting his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (Woah, woah)
Thumbing through racks, R.I.P. to lil’ Do It, he checked, I’ll never forget my mans (Woah, woah)
He used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (Woah, woah)
No dog, but shorty a dog when he holding the yawk, wintertime, he the Christmas man (Woah, woah)
They ain’t know I ain’t believe that much in a God, why I got scriptures then? (Woah, woah)

[Outro]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah