Anybody Killa
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
Yeah, the code of silence
America showed me the answer to everything is violence
My badge of honor in this gang bang lifestyle
Still ain't made no profit
Can't fight the truth
I'm addicted to some shit where all I do is lose
Gotta follow all the rules, standin' firm on the blue
Ay my nigga it's yo turn to go shoot, gotta earn yo salute
All that tough shit cute, we got OG niggas that'll buck shit too
Goin' down down baby street in the Range Rover
With a draco and a drum bitch game over
Yeah, what's the city's favorite question?
You better answer right when you up in my section
Niggas get killed all the time tryna test it
Anybody killa did you not get the message?
Hello, did you not get the message
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
Look anybody K (Killa)
LAPD K (Killa)
Got yo hood tatted whacked out with a K (Killa)
Niggas always ask where you from, from the J's
Ain't no question 'bout it boy I bleed what I bang
Ain't no question 'bout it i'm the nigga in my section
I'm the nigga in my section
Ain't no question 'bout it I don' did it I don' done it all
I don' shot niggas, been stabbed I don' seen it all
I seen niggas get laid out
Seen my homie stretched out with his brains out
A lot of y'all niggas be way too tough
Catch a case go to jail and be PC'd up
In ya but you ain't gon' buss
You ain't tryna catch a body what you bangin' for
A lot of y'all can't keep yo' mouth closed
A lot of y'all never got put on so it don't mean nothin' to you
A lot of y'all I wouldn't even vouch for
A nigga snitched and came home
Y'all still fuck with him y'all niggas dead wrong
The shit fucked up but we still love it
Shout out to my young niggas still down to kill somethin'
Anybody killa
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
The streets serve knowledge
On that block like college
I sell a gun before I ever be a doctor
Grew up with no father
Gotta keep yo silence before you adapt into the violence
Rhymin' frontlinin'
A lot of up on the block niggas on timin'
You know we love slidin'
Man that KK silent you know we love violence
Nigga thought he shinin' stripped up out them lil' diamonds
I'm a player love, strip for me like diamond
But he ain't sonic
Saw you sellin' bullshit but I couldnt buy it
Fake shit goin' on and real niggas dyin'
And how he wanna claim the gang but you ain't slidin'
They ain't shootin' cuz that nigga been hidin'
You said free the gang and did nothin' like you can't find 'em
That boy duckin' smoke and beef like and on a diet
Come in private
Like you dancin' with the devil when you get the hottest
Don't get up on the 'gram we'll come knockin'
Hit that bitch from the back I got her crip hoppin'
I don' spent plenty days out here ziplocin'
And that bitch got my attention when she talk wildly
Bitch stay up in yo lane like you whip shoppin'
And you niggas still broke all that dick hoppin'
Same bitch that you love she out fake boppin'
All I know is keep it gangsta betta stay conscious
Don't waste our time like no fake watches
Violence
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
Yeah, the code of silence
America showed me the answer to everything is violence
My badge of honor in this gang bang lifestyle
Still ain't made no profit
Can't fight the truth
I'm addicted to some shit where all I do is lose
Gotta follow all the rules, standin' firm on the blue
Ay my nigga it's yo turn to go shoot, gotta earn yo salute
All that tough shit cute, we got OG niggas that'll buck shit too
Goin' down down baby street in the Range Rover
With a draco and a drum bitch game over
Yeah, what's the city's favorite question?
You better answer right when you up in my section
Niggas get killed all the time tryna test it
Anybody killa did you not get the message?
Hello, did you not get the message
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
Look anybody K (Killa)
LAPD K (Killa)
Got yo hood tatted whacked out with a K (Killa)
Niggas always ask where you from, from the J's
Ain't no question 'bout it boy I bleed what I bang
Ain't no question 'bout it i'm the nigga in my section
I'm the nigga in my section
Ain't no question 'bout it I don' did it I don' done it all
I don' shot niggas, been stabbed I don' seen it all
I seen niggas get laid out
Seen my homie stretched out with his brains out
A lot of y'all niggas be way too tough
Catch a case go to jail and be PC'd up
In ya but you ain't gon' buss
You ain't tryna catch a body what you bangin' for
A lot of y'all can't keep yo' mouth closed
A lot of y'all never got put on so it don't mean nothin' to you
A lot of y'all I wouldn't even vouch for
A nigga snitched and came home
Y'all still fuck with him y'all niggas dead wrong
The shit fucked up but we still love it
Shout out to my young niggas still down to kill somethin'
Anybody killa
These days it be anybody, killa
Summer time it be anybody, killa
All my homies hollerin' anybody, killa
In the streets they sayin' anybody, killa
The streets serve knowledge
On that block like college
I sell a gun before I ever be a doctor
Grew up with no father
Gotta keep yo silence before you adapt into the violence
Rhymin' frontlinin'
A lot of up on the block niggas on timin'
You know we love slidin'
Man that KK silent you know we love violence
Nigga thought he shinin' stripped up out them lil' diamonds
I'm a player love, strip for me like diamond
But he ain't sonic
Saw you sellin' bullshit but I couldnt buy it
Fake shit goin' on and real niggas dyin'
And how he wanna claim the gang but you ain't slidin'
They ain't shootin' cuz that nigga been hidin'
You said free the gang and did nothin' like you can't find 'em
That boy duckin' smoke and beef like and on a diet
Come in private
Like you dancin' with the devil when you get the hottest
Don't get up on the 'gram we'll come knockin'
Hit that bitch from the back I got her crip hoppin'
I don' spent plenty days out here ziplocin'
And that bitch got my attention when she talk wildly
Bitch stay up in yo lane like you whip shoppin'
And you niggas still broke all that dick hoppin'
Same bitch that you love she out fake boppin'
All I know is keep it gangsta betta stay conscious
Don't waste our time like no fake watches
Violence
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Writer(s): Regis Bell, Jeremy Nash, Tapri Grams, Slumlord Trill
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