"Instagram Reaper" lyrics
Yo Instagram got deleted, man
Yes, sir. Probably about, like, four months ago
Man, you know what I'm saying you was out the way for a minute
So, like, what you've been doing in between time
Really living life without it, you feel me
Lately I've been feeling like I'm running from the feds
It might be time to hang it up. It's fucking with my head
I can't quit now, ima sip a line and push a head
I want a opp down scoot up on him and push off his head
If I didn't take that risk, I wouldn't be so ahead
If it wasn't for them fiends, I probably would be broke instead who going to keep a solid for me if I get locked inside the feds Who going to catch a kill for me when I put money on they head
They gonna do a drill for me, I set a price, enough was said
Make it happen in a day or less, I'll cut you twice the check (On God)
(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)
I could press a Perc 30 and sell it quick when touch down to Lex
That fast money make it hard for me to not go flex
You a crash dummy if you run up reaching for my neck
I already popped him once, who gonna be next
Imagine doing fraud and selling *****, I'm here to picture that
You work a 9 to 5, ain't trying to take a risk, so stick to that
You'll never catch me in the club, I'm way too rich for that
You'll never catch me getting pressed, I always got my stick attached
When I take down yo instagram, you'll never get it back
(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)
Cause when I send them, they gonna get it done
There ain't no spinning back
I forgot that he was dead
I was confused why he ain't text me back
You let a grown man take your gun go get your pistol back
(Living life without it, you feel me)
Yes, sir. Probably about, like, four months ago
Man, you know what I'm saying you was out the way for a minute
So, like, what you've been doing in between time
Really living life without it, you feel me
Lately I've been feeling like I'm running from the feds
It might be time to hang it up. It's fucking with my head
I can't quit now, ima sip a line and push a head
I want a opp down scoot up on him and push off his head
If I didn't take that risk, I wouldn't be so ahead
If it wasn't for them fiends, I probably would be broke instead who going to keep a solid for me if I get locked inside the feds Who going to catch a kill for me when I put money on they head
They gonna do a drill for me, I set a price, enough was said
Make it happen in a day or less, I'll cut you twice the check (On God)
(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)
I could press a Perc 30 and sell it quick when touch down to Lex
That fast money make it hard for me to not go flex
You a crash dummy if you run up reaching for my neck
I already popped him once, who gonna be next
Imagine doing fraud and selling *****, I'm here to picture that
You work a 9 to 5, ain't trying to take a risk, so stick to that
You'll never catch me in the club, I'm way too rich for that
You'll never catch me getting pressed, I always got my stick attached
When I take down yo instagram, you'll never get it back
(Yo Instagram got deleted, man)
Cause when I send them, they gonna get it done
There ain't no spinning back
I forgot that he was dead
I was confused why he ain't text me back
You let a grown man take your gun go get your pistol back
(Living life without it, you feel me)
