Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Martin
Songwriter
Lyrics
I don't fear no reaper matter fact I'm tryna meet him
Angels singin like Aliyah when I hit you for no reason
My heart cold in any season
You so sweet like Polynesian
When I hit him with my cleaver Ian finna leave him breathing
I got liters I got syrup swear I'm sippin straight adhesion
Drinking delsym I can't sleep
Off the walls jus like a heathen
Aimin straps at opposition
Pulling clips till they depleted
Throwing pills inside my drink like do this even got a meaning
If I see you then I'm beamin
Oppas got my barrel steamin
Syrup got my liver leanin
Think my kidneys need a treatment
Codeine got me dreamin frequent
Sayin that I really need it
Seein colors in the ceilin cuz my organs takin beatings
If I got it and you need it I'm gon have yo bottle gleamin
Makin sure yo brother tweakin
You would think I'm wallet cleanin
And my Glock gon make you hush
Even though you gon be screaming
Angels singing like Aliyah when I send you to the reaper
Writer(s): Sean Martin
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