KILL BILL
Wait, yeah
Turn that shit up
Wait, yeah
Ah
Wait, look
Ah, yeah
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Let me know what's up
I think the plug got his pack in
Wait, like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Wait
All gold with the sterling on the accent
Bitch, I'm from the go and you can hear it in my accent
If you know I rock with you, then don't be scared to tap in
Bro front you the work, and now you scared to bring it back in
Rollin' in the A I'm with my slime
Got this pretty little bitch I get up in it, make it mine
Nigga say he be finessing, I finesse him every time
Nigga scaling all the work I tell that nigga take his time
I go send my Bro a text and he gonna sneak up from behind
Ain't no cap, it's real deal
Drank it, got me real chill
Bitches geekin' I know shorty wanna pop some real pills
Niggas solid real steal
Feed her dick a real meal
Know she down to off a bitch I call my baby kill bill
See the colors inside, I got big dope on my fight
I touch down see let me pipe, and then she go about her night
See these rappers just be cap, we shoulda came in here with pipe
If I stain you can't apologize, I need to eat tonight
Like a bitch I'm high life to the grave I talked to bro like yesterday
Told me keep checkin' that bag and keep these niggas in their place
If I tap in with my niggas outta state, they do the same
Niggas rappin' 'bout a move that I ain't never seen 'em make
Niggas cappin' with a tool if you gonna use it let it bang
I can't go out like no goofy, I maneuver out the way
Ladies love me when they see that sonny comin' make it shake
Know we bussin' down a paper route and take it to the bank
And that bitch chirpin'
She a bird what's the move like what's the word
Know we really in the city get it bussin' in the burbs
How we staining him again like lil' nigga what you learn
Bitches love to say they hate me, but I love to see 'em lurk
Wait, uh-huh, wait
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Let me know what's up, I think the plug got his pack in
Wait, hold up
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Kill
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bitch, yeah, what, yeah, what
Turn that shit up
Wait, yeah
Ah
Wait, look
Ah, yeah
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Let me know what's up
I think the plug got his pack in
Wait, like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Wait
All gold with the sterling on the accent
Bitch, I'm from the go and you can hear it in my accent
If you know I rock with you, then don't be scared to tap in
Bro front you the work, and now you scared to bring it back in
Rollin' in the A I'm with my slime
Got this pretty little bitch I get up in it, make it mine
Nigga say he be finessing, I finesse him every time
Nigga scaling all the work I tell that nigga take his time
I go send my Bro a text and he gonna sneak up from behind
Ain't no cap, it's real deal
Drank it, got me real chill
Bitches geekin' I know shorty wanna pop some real pills
Niggas solid real steal
Feed her dick a real meal
Know she down to off a bitch I call my baby kill bill
See the colors inside, I got big dope on my fight
I touch down see let me pipe, and then she go about her night
See these rappers just be cap, we shoulda came in here with pipe
If I stain you can't apologize, I need to eat tonight
Like a bitch I'm high life to the grave I talked to bro like yesterday
Told me keep checkin' that bag and keep these niggas in their place
If I tap in with my niggas outta state, they do the same
Niggas rappin' 'bout a move that I ain't never seen 'em make
Niggas cappin' with a tool if you gonna use it let it bang
I can't go out like no goofy, I maneuver out the way
Ladies love me when they see that sonny comin' make it shake
Know we bussin' down a paper route and take it to the bank
And that bitch chirpin'
She a bird what's the move like what's the word
Know we really in the city get it bussin' in the burbs
How we staining him again like lil' nigga what you learn
Bitches love to say they hate me, but I love to see 'em lurk
Wait, uh-huh, wait
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Let me know what's up, I think the plug got his pack in
Wait, hold up
Like what's poppin', what's crackin'
Kill
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Kill, kill, kill, kill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bitch, yeah, what, yeah, what
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Writer(s): Roderick Sawyer, Joey Molina
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