Reap What You Sow HYDRA MANE (Ft. Tenngage)

[Verse 1: Hydra & Tenngage]
Yeah, you know the biz
It's that junkyard dawg
From round the bend
I’m ready to bang on this junt
They can't escape from the real
So tenngage hit that pause
Gon' tell these lames just how it is mane
Y’all bustas ain't shit
I recommend you check ya method
When ya buckin with me
A ruthless cracka with a temper from the Tennessee
I'm bout my hog slangin breakfast
On the side for the cheap
So come and cop yo ass a double piece
Droppin suckas off like John wick
The aim is true
Don't try to cross ya fingers
Trigger itchin genes flow in my veins
I'll send your soul to Jesus
Stupid hoe that talk is cheap
But best believe it
We can rumble if you wanna
Which arena?
Come face the freeza
Nighty night
I guess that's all she wrote
Them devilish verses got ya yearnin for more
So I'lI do my thang
But run up on my spot it's a murder case
On the stand I’ll plead the fifth
I’m takin this plot to the fuckin grave