Killers
Momma I just killed a man
My body still trembling, can you feel my hand?
Huh?
Aye can you?
I'm tryna survive life without a gat
My homie pulled up on me, said "what up doe", gave me dap
Threw the blower in my lap and said "C'mon pick up the strap we gotta go"
Just killed that nigga Tommy
Can't believe he shot up Zo
We finna off his brother
Don't ask why, cause I don't know
When he popped that first shot I felt it deep inside my soul
Like what did he do this for?
I caught him round the back alley, the back of the corner store
This is living life
Living life at an all time low
I asked the Lord for help
And I swear he put me on hold
I don't know how to feel
If I can feel shit I don't know
But this the only way
Revenge and a little more
I'll let em know it's me
Put this mask on if you ain't bold
Told me "homie take it"
What is you waiting for?
I said "what happens, what happens if I say no?
That shit don't make you cool, I ain't trying end up like Zo"
Fucking with killers
Yeah
Fucking around with them killers
Yeah
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
I don't
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
Be a killer
Playing with life, do I think I'm God boy?
I got this gat like old Wayne I think I'm hot boy
I know it's sad cause
My intentions are to freeze a nigga like in tag
I'm in bag like
200 thousand from the teller I just stabbed
I pen this hoping that some magic come into my hands
Tryna poof up out this life but there's proof all on the knife
Please somebody stop me
I'm from a city where they shoot you over dice
Dead from screaming Yahtzee
Watch yo swank homie
They aim at Liberace
Spotting up yo Versace
I design this world and who gonna stay
That's what they say
I guess a life is like a vitamin, take two a day
You either living like the one or catching two today
Yo girl called like, "what you do all day?"
I just been chilling, met a friend to see how he feeling
He good g
At least he should be
Yeah
Don't make me turn into a killer
Into a killer
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
Be a killer
Fucking around with them killers
With them killers
Yeah
First verse, that was my brother Brave
Talking bout how they killed our nigga Zo in broad day
For J's and his loose change
A couple of gold chains
Shiny nooses called bling
The streets his play grounds that's why he has mood swings
Told him I wouldn't do it but really I've gone insane
Pulled up with the windows down popped that nigga right in his brain
That's really all that I remember, shit
Cause after it all went blank
Impala dipped out in sync
I went home and had to think
I didn't mean it momma
I couldn't tell you so I sing about it
Fucking around with killers brought the demons out me
I know when you finally hear this
You ain't gonna dream about me
Cause looking at me like a nightmare
They'll find me guilty
I'm just hoping that you might care
I'm sorry
Yeah in that orange
Yup, I'm right there
Shit
Don't shed no tears momma
Don't shed no tears
Yeah
Fucking around with them killers
Fuck with them killers
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
But I'm a killer
And Imma kill ya
My body still trembling, can you feel my hand?
Huh?
Aye can you?
I'm tryna survive life without a gat
My homie pulled up on me, said "what up doe", gave me dap
Threw the blower in my lap and said "C'mon pick up the strap we gotta go"
Just killed that nigga Tommy
Can't believe he shot up Zo
We finna off his brother
Don't ask why, cause I don't know
When he popped that first shot I felt it deep inside my soul
Like what did he do this for?
I caught him round the back alley, the back of the corner store
This is living life
Living life at an all time low
I asked the Lord for help
And I swear he put me on hold
I don't know how to feel
If I can feel shit I don't know
But this the only way
Revenge and a little more
I'll let em know it's me
Put this mask on if you ain't bold
Told me "homie take it"
What is you waiting for?
I said "what happens, what happens if I say no?
That shit don't make you cool, I ain't trying end up like Zo"
Fucking with killers
Yeah
Fucking around with them killers
Yeah
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
I don't
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
Be a killer
Playing with life, do I think I'm God boy?
I got this gat like old Wayne I think I'm hot boy
I know it's sad cause
My intentions are to freeze a nigga like in tag
I'm in bag like
200 thousand from the teller I just stabbed
I pen this hoping that some magic come into my hands
Tryna poof up out this life but there's proof all on the knife
Please somebody stop me
I'm from a city where they shoot you over dice
Dead from screaming Yahtzee
Watch yo swank homie
They aim at Liberace
Spotting up yo Versace
I design this world and who gonna stay
That's what they say
I guess a life is like a vitamin, take two a day
You either living like the one or catching two today
Yo girl called like, "what you do all day?"
I just been chilling, met a friend to see how he feeling
He good g
At least he should be
Yeah
Don't make me turn into a killer
Into a killer
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
Be a killer
Fucking around with them killers
With them killers
Yeah
First verse, that was my brother Brave
Talking bout how they killed our nigga Zo in broad day
For J's and his loose change
A couple of gold chains
Shiny nooses called bling
The streets his play grounds that's why he has mood swings
Told him I wouldn't do it but really I've gone insane
Pulled up with the windows down popped that nigga right in his brain
That's really all that I remember, shit
Cause after it all went blank
Impala dipped out in sync
I went home and had to think
I didn't mean it momma
I couldn't tell you so I sing about it
Fucking around with killers brought the demons out me
I know when you finally hear this
You ain't gonna dream about me
Cause looking at me like a nightmare
They'll find me guilty
I'm just hoping that you might care
I'm sorry
Yeah in that orange
Yup, I'm right there
Shit
Don't shed no tears momma
Don't shed no tears
Yeah
Fucking around with them killers
Fuck with them killers
Nah I don't wanna be a killer
But I'm a killer
And Imma kill ya
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Writer(s): Chase Mathews
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