Killer instinct

Late night creeping
Me and my niggas riding
Pistol right beside me
Heard some niggas hiding
Trigger finger itching
Looking for me a victim
Ima hide his body
Niggas is going to miss him
I'm the soul snatcher
Pure anti christ
If I shoot a Nigga
I won't blink twice
If I wake up too moody
You might die tonight
This a no fly zone
Shooting on sight
Whip whipping
The coke cola
Jays keep calling
On my Motorola
They love this shit
Like kids love soda
I'm the rock man
Come and get a boulder
Boy I'm vicious
I'll sell to your momma
I'll bomb like osama
I got drums
No drummer
Fuck a bitch
Then I'm running
Up the comma's
No disrespect to Kobe
I'm the real
Black mamba
Gorilla i'm bout
To go ape
Loading up the K
Like it's 1998
On my hip
That's a special 38
Wat time kill time
We shooting every way
Got the killer instinct
That shit lies in me
I'm on demon time
It resides in me

Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball

Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball

Ima body a Nigga
Ima body a Nigga
Ima body a Nigga
Ima body a Nigga
I Got the killer instinct
That shit lies in me
I Got the killer instinct
It resides in me
Body a Nigga
Ima body a Nigga
Ima body a Nigga
Body a Nigga

Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball
Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball
Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball
Bout that cream
Dollar bill y'all
Fuck around we
Kill all of y'all
Never fall we
Gone stand tall
Know was destined
To ball



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Writer(s): Marlon Fitzgerald, Brandon Thomas
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