GRACEFUL EXECUTION by SBJ KERI 3300GRIM REAPER Lyrics
[Intro]
I'm the Grim Reaper with the swag that you can't touch
Yo bitch she nasty she wan't me all in her guts
I grab her hair and bend her over then I bust
Make her toot that booty, grab her waist and slap her butt
Then I hit the kitchen grab the pot and whip it up
Double or nothin' I stretch the pack and double up
Hit the streets where the turkey at bitch I'm tryna serve some clucks
Saw a opp, got to clapping shit than I ran off to the cut
[Verse 1]
Heard the smoke be the best when it's a opp you're smokin' on
Yo bitch throat be the best, when it's my cock she chokin' on
Standing over this n*gga body he dead and he deceased
Dumped the guts up in his mouf and continued rollin' a leaf
His face was plastered wit distraught when I hit him up wit that heat
Rigor mortis hit his body his jaw done dropped to his feet
Sent that n*gga to the heavens they hand him his life receipt
Full precision with the mac boy I'm clicking it Atl Delete
Now I'm back up in the trap and I'm whipping the cream of wheat
Hitting my bitch from the back and I'm slapping her on the cheeks
Everyday I do this shit man I swear this shit on repeat
In the dark I pop out grinning you only can see my teeth
Slidin' creeping, bitch I pop out with the heat
Glidin' scheming, n*gga I need everything
[Outro]
I'm the Grim Reaper with the swag that you can't touch
Yo bitch she nasty she wan't me all in her guts
I grab her hair and bend her over then I bust
Make her toot that booty, grab her waist and slap her butt
Then I hit the kitchen grab the pot and whip it up
Double or nothin' I stretch the pack and double up
Hit the streets where the turkey at bitch I'm tryna serve some clucks
Saw a opp, got to clapping shit than I ran off to the cut
I'm the Grim Reaper with the swag that you can't touch
Yo bitch she nasty she wan't me all in her guts
I grab her hair and bend her over then I bust
Make her toot that booty, grab her waist and slap her butt
Then I hit the kitchen grab the pot and whip it up
Double or nothin' I stretch the pack and double up
Hit the streets where the turkey at bitch I'm tryna serve some clucks
Saw a opp, got to clapping shit than I ran off to the cut
[Verse 1]
Heard the smoke be the best when it's a opp you're smokin' on
Yo bitch throat be the best, when it's my cock she chokin' on
Standing over this n*gga body he dead and he deceased
Dumped the guts up in his mouf and continued rollin' a leaf
His face was plastered wit distraught when I hit him up wit that heat
Rigor mortis hit his body his jaw done dropped to his feet
Sent that n*gga to the heavens they hand him his life receipt
Full precision with the mac boy I'm clicking it Atl Delete
Now I'm back up in the trap and I'm whipping the cream of wheat
Hitting my bitch from the back and I'm slapping her on the cheeks
Everyday I do this shit man I swear this shit on repeat
In the dark I pop out grinning you only can see my teeth
Slidin' creeping, bitch I pop out with the heat
Glidin' scheming, n*gga I need everything
[Outro]
I'm the Grim Reaper with the swag that you can't touch
Yo bitch she nasty she wan't me all in her guts
I grab her hair and bend her over then I bust
Make her toot that booty, grab her waist and slap her butt
Then I hit the kitchen grab the pot and whip it up
Double or nothin' I stretch the pack and double up
Hit the streets where the turkey at bitch I'm tryna serve some clucks
Saw a opp, got to clapping shit than I ran off to the cut