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ziro bandz - neighborhood reapers lyrics

[intro: ziro bandz & edot babyy]
(yozora)
(edot, what’s the f+cking word my boy?)
(it’s edot baby)
(grrah)
(we them neighborhood reapers b+tch!)
(no cap)
(ziro ziro)
(son of the reaper)
(i’m a reaper, creeper, no jeepers hop out the v trying to catch me a peter)
(you in the car and get hit from the bleachers)
(b+tch)

[chorus: ziro bandz]
they like ziro the bad guy
no b+tch i’m the neighborhood reaper (grrah)
talking on pop and i’m clutching my heater (no cap)
we sending shots at his brand new beamer like (bow bow)
i’m a demon (uh huh)
ziro in the cut, man they can’t even see him (at all)
ripping his body, that lil n+gga bleeding
gеt beat with the grip
make ya mans havе a seizure (make ya’ mans have a seizure)

[verse 1: ziro bandz]
f+ck all the talking b+tch
let’s get to the nitty and gritty (for real)
chasing the breesh like i want a milli man ya’ll n+ggas broke, stop relying on stimmy’s (no cap no cap)
i be staying on 50, tried to bust back
but that lil n+gga missed me
son of the reaper, f+cking up the city (uh huh)
b+tch want to rump like nah, she mixy (suck my d+ck)
the drum on the gun it’s a fifty
ya b+tch in the spot giving up the kitty (on bro)
gang getting litty (we lit!)
pop out to the party, we sipping on whitney (i’m bussing)
bullet hit him, he dizzy (grrah)
watch how you talk, before i clutch the bl!cky
ya mans got ripped like a steak no philly (no philly)
send shots to his face
had him looking real silly (grrah grrah boom)
[chorus: ziro bandz]
they like ziro the bad guy
no b+tch i’m the neighborhood reaper (grrah)
talking on pop and i’m clutching my heater (no cap)
we sending shots at his brand new beamer like (bow bow)
i’m a demon (uh huh)
ziro in the cut, man they can’t even see him (at all)
ripping his body, that lil n+gga bleeding
get beat with the grip
make ya mans have a seizure (make ya’ mans have a seizure)

[verse 2: edot babyy]
i’m a reaper, creeper, no jeepers
hop out the v, trying to catch me a peter
you in the car and get hit from the bleachers
no cap, i really rap all the facts
i talk my sh+t cause i’m really with that (i’m really with that)
hundreds to ones, that sh+t in a stack (no cap no cap)
this n+gga dumb if he try to attack grrah (if he try to)
i just be talking on beats for the fun of it (for the fun of it)
you got ya choppa
no you ain’t upping it (no you ain’t upping it)
slide through they block
trying to spar come get em’ (get em’ get em get em’)

[finishing later muddys]

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