Kill for Me (feat. Moke)
My baby will kill with me, kill with me
My baby will kill for me, kill for me
And she got to deal with me
I ain't even gonna fucking trip
I'm a hard nigga to deal with
Get along with and chill with
But i will split the meal with you
Never ever split the bill with you
Ima take care the whole ticket
All the bitches wanna fuck with me
I ain't worried bout the fuck bitches
My girl down with me, one-hundred
We be balling like Coach Conley
Keep me down to earth and motivated
We be worried bout more money
Two-hundred on the dashboard
Y'all niggas making slow money
Hid the bricks in the damn floor
She know her role when the po' coming
Let me know where the haters at
Babygirl i don't feel like wearing J's
Where my fucking gators at?
If they don't fit call the tailor back
Girl we all about commas
Your momma my momma
We too close for that drama
Feeling like the Obamas
I'm Will Smith you my Jada
You was with me no paper
Now I'm dripped and I'm draped up
Pull a million dollar caper
Take a look at my Jacobs
Now they fixing they makeup
Tell them bitches get they cake up
Tell them bitches they cake up
My baby will kill with me, kill with me
My baby will kill for me, kill for me
And she got to deal with me
Lil momma a Soulja
She knew we was broken
She stayed through the rats and the roaches
She knew we was after them tokens
And it got so bad we was hopeless
Lil momma like crack, she the dopest
And I'm a addict gotta smoke
Competition ain't no competition
I'm tryna come get what i been missing
You wanna day something then ima listen
You a angel, baby im a Christian
I'm tired of being in the field
But ima sit back and play my position
I feel like lately you been kinda different
But you probably gonna tell me that i be tripping
I feel like all my niggas want you
Can't even bring you round the homies
What's it gonn' take for you to trust me
I can't even go out to get groceries
I still think about us and you know it
But you don't even act like you know me
I'm bout to retire my jersey
I'm going out like I'm Kobe
I'm going out with a Rollie
You say you happy, you don't show
Maybe I'm happy when I'm lonely
I found myself at my lowest
Remember when i used to own it
I gave you me and you ain't want
Just know that I'd never neglect you
And never ever disrespect you
Always treat you special doing right by you
I, love to watch you dress girl you light my room
You can ask the questions i got answers
Ima turn you into my lil dancer
My baby will kill for me, kill for me
And she got to deal with me
I ain't even gonna fucking trip
I'm a hard nigga to deal with
Get along with and chill with
But i will split the meal with you
Never ever split the bill with you
Ima take care the whole ticket
All the bitches wanna fuck with me
I ain't worried bout the fuck bitches
My girl down with me, one-hundred
We be balling like Coach Conley
Keep me down to earth and motivated
We be worried bout more money
Two-hundred on the dashboard
Y'all niggas making slow money
Hid the bricks in the damn floor
She know her role when the po' coming
Let me know where the haters at
Babygirl i don't feel like wearing J's
Where my fucking gators at?
If they don't fit call the tailor back
Girl we all about commas
Your momma my momma
We too close for that drama
Feeling like the Obamas
I'm Will Smith you my Jada
You was with me no paper
Now I'm dripped and I'm draped up
Pull a million dollar caper
Take a look at my Jacobs
Now they fixing they makeup
Tell them bitches get they cake up
Tell them bitches they cake up
My baby will kill with me, kill with me
My baby will kill for me, kill for me
And she got to deal with me
Lil momma a Soulja
She knew we was broken
She stayed through the rats and the roaches
She knew we was after them tokens
And it got so bad we was hopeless
Lil momma like crack, she the dopest
And I'm a addict gotta smoke
Competition ain't no competition
I'm tryna come get what i been missing
You wanna day something then ima listen
You a angel, baby im a Christian
I'm tired of being in the field
But ima sit back and play my position
I feel like lately you been kinda different
But you probably gonna tell me that i be tripping
I feel like all my niggas want you
Can't even bring you round the homies
What's it gonn' take for you to trust me
I can't even go out to get groceries
I still think about us and you know it
But you don't even act like you know me
I'm bout to retire my jersey
I'm going out like I'm Kobe
I'm going out with a Rollie
You say you happy, you don't show
Maybe I'm happy when I'm lonely
I found myself at my lowest
Remember when i used to own it
I gave you me and you ain't want
Just know that I'd never neglect you
And never ever disrespect you
Always treat you special doing right by you
I, love to watch you dress girl you light my room
You can ask the questions i got answers
Ima turn you into my lil dancer
Credits
Writer(s): Lawayne Ross
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