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7000 reapers, too much motherfuckin steppin They tried to tell lil June chill, they bought too many weapons Grand Cherokee, I tried to drive but I was reckless Baby glizzy back ya ass up We might just get inside ya shit and get to grabbin all yo stuff I got brand new Off-White drip, tags on my stuff I'm poppin seals every fuckin day, I'm laggin and stuff I just ran into the drank plug braggin and stuff Tried to run with ARP, had me saggin and stuff June tried to tell them folks chill I just gained eight pounds just from poppin all these seals Tryna tell you right now, you leave it runnin, I'mma dip 7000, we be them reapers, we be steppin over here Yea you prolly shoot, but he need a pill I was sleeped for three days, I was sealed Tried to steal the fast car from down the hill I just [?] for an hour, nah for real I just gave them a seal so they can chill 4000 trippin, they be ready to do a drill Bitch, try to play with 7000 you get killed Tried to steal a fast car then I wrecked it off the rip June just hit a nigga cross the head, now he gettin flipped Got a donut in my gun so if twelve come I dip This a brand new hotbox, we need the tags on yo whip I was fuckin on this bitch, gang in there stealing chips Brought my trips to Tennessee, I got trips in the hills June poured out my pints, said I popped to many seals I just ran that shit up like I'm out there on the field 4000 tapped in, big ARPs June driving real crazy, got me spillin all my lean They just kicked us out the hotel, we playin with our beams White folk looking crazy, we got big magazines Nigga say he wants smoke with 7000, they just scream I don't even give a fuck, for that drank I'm a fiend Add a drum to my baby Glock 9, lookin mean Took the plug off for a bag off pills, he was green Flashlight on the bottom and the bitch got a beam June started trippin, had to hide all the guns June tried to tell me chill cause I be stealin shit for fun You get stepped on for trippin, these ain't no regular guns Seen that boy flexin his B-roll, I was tryna take his funds Yall tapped in with reapers, we be known for stealing guns 3000 trippin, they put racks on yo brain I ain't goin out of state, can't bring trips on the plane