Grim Reaper Low Tops

[Verse 1: Chester Watson]

See death in the meeting, won't stop

Exclusive drop, Travis Scott, Grim Reper Low Tops

Bumping Madvillaini [?] task forse in the spot

[?] weather or not I got a bad feeling

[?] filled with different currencys, gun and streets

[?] filled with different burning seads, drinking lean

I ain't talking about [?]

[?] I woke up literally the way that smells

[?] pocket, I blast off

[?] excuses [?] mask off

[?] my shorty, her ass soft

Telling niggas don't talk smack with a glass jaw

Clothes blacker than asshfalt

[?] bag talk

[?] metaphysical, I don't usually bbrag often

I just went a detour [?] fat loft with [?]

I invested a lot while I was in need of the bread

[?] might just run thin, don't wear it out

Know niggas that'll lose they temper and air it out

So elusive, I don't think the game is just thought, exclusive

Travis Scott, Grim Reper Low Tops

[Verse 2: Danny Brown]

Check!

I'm [?] of a revrend that was pimping in the 70's

Now we save bitches, what I call longevity

Hotter than Corderoy, [?]

Remember days for dinner, all we had was eggrolls

[?] end up in [?] rolls

Eyerolls and head shaker, breaking [?] better from the pressure

Extra [?] whatever you call

Paranoid I guess, 'cause I feel like [?]

[?] me, if I come up off rap

Extra defensive, offended by your presents

So let me get a second

You always need seconds

I'm [?] lessons

This is chess, not checkers

Bitch ain't hunting for [?] bottle [?]

Dick going [?] like the old school doorstop

Models all going off [?] and [?]

I ain't gotta say nothing, she already short [?]