Tales of a Killa
I'll pop a nigga then forget about it
Young nigga with a blunt higher than a fuckin mountain
Blowin through this money I ain't really countin
Try to take from me then you leakin like a water fountain
Gotta make at least about a hundred thousand
Ice on my wrist more rocks than the Rocky Mountain
Hurricane wrist now the dope drownin
Just hit my line if you tryna buy a couple ounces
I hit a stain on yo mama
My niggas blow K's like Osama
We dressed in all black like Obama
I stay in the lab Futurama
I'm trappin n makin some commas
No dj I ain't with the drama
I stay with the green like iguanas
Yo bitch stay on me like piranhas
I know some niggas with felonies
First got arrested when I was just seventeen
Most of these niggas I know they feel jealousy
Diamonds on my neck and they be caressin me
If that's yo bitch then I know that she textin me
Maybe she want me or my nigga next to me
If you run up you get popped like some ecstasy
When I get high off this dope I feel heavenly
I got designer can't read I'm illiterate
I got that white like I'm Ellen DeGeneres
She was like AJ can you be considerate
I don't got feelings that shit ain't legitimate
I got that pistol on me it's belligerent
You can not hang with me you a degenerate
She a meat eater I guess she carnivorous
Y'all don't know nothin y'all showed me y'all ignorance
Young nigga with a blunt higher than a fuckin mountain
Blowin through this money I ain't really countin
Try to take from me then you leakin like a water fountain
Gotta make at least about a hundred thousand
Ice on my wrist more rocks than the Rocky Mountain
Hurricane wrist now the dope drownin
Just hit my line if you tryna buy a couple ounces
I hit a stain on yo mama
My niggas blow K's like Osama
We dressed in all black like Obama
I stay in the lab Futurama
I'm trappin n makin some commas
No dj I ain't with the drama
I stay with the green like iguanas
Yo bitch stay on me like piranhas
I know some niggas with felonies
First got arrested when I was just seventeen
Most of these niggas I know they feel jealousy
Diamonds on my neck and they be caressin me
If that's yo bitch then I know that she textin me
Maybe she want me or my nigga next to me
If you run up you get popped like some ecstasy
When I get high off this dope I feel heavenly
I got designer can't read I'm illiterate
I got that white like I'm Ellen DeGeneres
She was like AJ can you be considerate
I don't got feelings that shit ain't legitimate
I got that pistol on me it's belligerent
You can not hang with me you a degenerate
She a meat eater I guess she carnivorous
Y'all don't know nothin y'all showed me y'all ignorance
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Writer(s): Ryan Mitchell Wood
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