Kill Switch
I think you should get low
When I pull up you won't know
Fuck around and tag your toe
I'ma shooter
I'ma ghost
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
Red beam
Shoot to kill
No pill
Jump out the bank
Saint Laurant
Fuck out the way
Bodyguard
I got hood dram comin' at me always
Niggas tryna pray on my falling
They ain't really down with that gunplay
I could bloody up your new Balmains
You don't want no smoke
Shawty callin'
You don't love your life
She'll be sorry
Pressin' on your stomach
With the hot thing
I could spill you out
On a hot day
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
I'ma fuck it up
Shoot to kill
Niggas real
I don't show no feelings in the field
I keep it trill
Tell me what's the deal
It's a law
It's a law
Draeco hundred clip
It's gon' leave a scar
We can pull up on 'em niggas after dark
Right on time shout out to my Audimar
Four five finish on your vital
Drum mag spinnin' like a cycle
She gon' twist her tongue like a cyclone
Married to the money
That's what I know
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
I'ma fuck it up
Shoot to kill
Yea that shit is real
Fuck an Instagram
Fuck the mass appeal
I know twelve is watchin'
I don't kiss and tell
When I pull up you won't know
Fuck around and tag your toe
I'ma shooter
I'ma ghost
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
Red beam
Shoot to kill
No pill
Jump out the bank
Saint Laurant
Fuck out the way
Bodyguard
I got hood dram comin' at me always
Niggas tryna pray on my falling
They ain't really down with that gunplay
I could bloody up your new Balmains
You don't want no smoke
Shawty callin'
You don't love your life
She'll be sorry
Pressin' on your stomach
With the hot thing
I could spill you out
On a hot day
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
I'ma fuck it up
Shoot to kill
Niggas real
I don't show no feelings in the field
I keep it trill
Tell me what's the deal
It's a law
It's a law
Draeco hundred clip
It's gon' leave a scar
We can pull up on 'em niggas after dark
Right on time shout out to my Audimar
Four five finish on your vital
Drum mag spinnin' like a cycle
She gon' twist her tongue like a cyclone
Married to the money
That's what I know
Black mask
Black car
Black hood
Batting gloves
Hollow shells
I'ma fuck it up
Shoot to kill
Yea that shit is real
Fuck an Instagram
Fuck the mass appeal
I know twelve is watchin'
I don't kiss and tell
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Writer(s): Vayu Moreira
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