Killin' a Beat

When i say im killin talkin'
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat

Nigga pillow talkin so i pulled up with my weapon
Okay
Yeah this that brand new Smith and Wesson
Okay,
I got 30 in this Smith and Wesson
Yeah that 30 do you dirty like some shitty weather
Yeah that 30 do you dirty like some shitty weather
I got bad bitches they exotic and they all named Heather
I got hella flavors in my blunt
Yeah these niggas be so cappin, when they say they smokin runts
But they really smoke

Yea on that boo-pack
On the real I be smoking on some fucking gas
I be stuck, I be stuck like im in the sand
Yeah
I remember I was servin, tryna make a band
Yeah
I remember all them late nights tryna
Make a band
On the real, On the real I be really going ham
On the real, On the real I be really going ham
If you see me with that choppa then you know I'm taking heads
If you see me with that choppa then you know I'm taking heads
Yeah that choppa make em do a backflip off the chair
Yea I'm speedin, Yea I'm speedin I can see you in the rear
I be so in the zone, sorry shawty I can't hear
Yea
Put me to the max when I'm bumpin in ya ear
You can tell him smokin thrax when you smell it in the air
In the booth like a scientist welcome to my Lair
Yeah I woke up to the sun
Yeah I woke up to the glare

Yeah I'm Killin,yeah I'm Killin
Yeah I'm fucking Killin
Yeah I'm feelin, yeah I'm feelin,
Like a fucking villain
Yea if I'm litty then you better raise the fucking ceiling
Swervin in that droptop, raisin up the fucking ceiling

When i say im killin talkin'
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat
Killin A Beat Yea
Killin A Beat, Killin A Beat



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Writer(s): Donavan Barnes
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