YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Meet The Reaper
[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)

[Chorus]
Soon as I touch down, they gon' call the people
I'm in that Nawfside with them sticks out 'posted like it's legal
Yo' son get caught out with them lights out, he gon' meet the reaper
All this money got 'em scared, plenty bodies broke the meter
Fuck it, call Channel 9, they gon' call Channel 2
Tell 'em that we step on 'sum, shit, they know what we do
Keep a thirty-thirty burner, high as hell in that coupe
Put a hunnid drop, another hunnid 'till he dead, we ain't through

[Verse 1]
Thеy gon' call intelligence, thеy gon' call head too
Boaw pop em with a Russian stick, hit 'em in his head too
Step on him, then we rep on shit, leave his partner dead too
I'ma jump out, I ain't runnin' on shit, n***a, I can't keep my cool
Get out of line then you burn that boy, that's what my momma said
My sister say she look in my eyes spooky, got demons in my head
Bitch rolling like a lines tuition, even tho' I bang that red
Standing on everything I said, burn 'em my flag gone off meds

[Chorus]
Soon as I touch down, they gon' call the people
I'm in that Nawfside with them sticks out 'posted like it's legal
Yo' son get caught out with them lights out, he gon' meet the reaper
All this money got 'em scared (Scared), plenty bodies broke the meter
Fuck it, call Channel 9, they gon' call Channel 2
Tell 'em that we step on 'sum, shit, they know what we do
Keep a thirty-thirty burner, high as hell in that coupe
Put a hunnid drop, another hunnid 'till he dead, we ain't through
[Verse 2]
Hah
With the shits, I'm in this bitch, I get you blitz, I get you whooped, I get you dragged, I get you cliqued out in your shit, outside this club I get you smashed
You know how bloody that we get
Police cuff me I'm too rich
I been out back to the bricks
In the Nawfside with them sticks
Tryna pop somethin, they gon call the people
With that boy shit leavin that show, no he ain't safe for leavin
Head hunters spinning time out on the road, tryna make it even
Grave Digga got no feelings for these hoes, they can murder peacely

[Chorus]
Soon as I touch down, they gon' call the people
I'm in that Nawfside with them sticks out 'posted like it's legal
Yo' son get caught out with them lights out, he gon' meet the reaper
All this money got 'em scared (Scared), plenty bodies broke the meter
Fuck it, call Channel 9, they gon' call Channel 2
Tell 'em that we step on 'sum, shit, they know what we do
Keep a thirty-thirty burner, high as hell in that coupe
Put a hunnid drop, another hunnid 'till he dead, we ain't through