Killin Sh!t
They're shooting we have to leave we have to leave
Oh my god are you okay?
What happened?
You know we killin' shit drillin' shit
You know we killin' shit drillin' shit
Hop out wit a fully auto turn his ass to a pack
Hop out wit the draco we gon' wet his back
Trying to run the bands up yea we get to the sack
You know we hop out wearin' all black
You ain't sippin' no wock you be fake sippin'
If you thought i was broke den you big trippin'
Hop out wit a big stick we gon leave him slippin'
You know we leaving niggas wit a fuckin' zipper
Tap a nigga like we playing tag
Yea i got this ice up on my neck it got me freezing like a lag
On his toe it's a tag
Stay wit a bag i don't got to brag
Yea yo girlfriend call me daddy
Now i see why you wit her cause she got a fatty
Fine as fuck yea she a baddie
Heard that nigga wanna kill me now yea i'll drop the addy
Heard these niggas snitching now yea i gotta be quiet
Mag ain't fit on the gun so i had to tie it
Choppa hit him in his stomach now he going on a diet
Took my dick out told yo lil bitch to fuckin' ride it
It's a real nigga party yea yo ass not invited
I smoke too much weed so i'm getting far-sided
Told yo girl i was coming over yea she got excited
Fuck writing lyrics yea i'm good at freestyling i don't got to write it
Catch a body beat a body out em in a coffin
Thought that I was playin when I said that I would touch em
Set em up wit a bitch yes I had her do a walk in
Peter piper pick a couple bullets they gone cuff em
Hop out da v got da cash falling right out of my pants
Bitches falling behind me cause they want these bands
Yea she talking that shit while I'm killing her mans
And I hit from the back while I'm doing my dance
Transgender change a stick to a drum yea he talk out his neck well let's have some fun
Yea I hit from the back as I'm gripping her buns
Put my dick in her throat now it's touching her lungs
Yeahh cause I can stop the heart in a Nigga
Yea I'm playing the game I press start for a nigga
Cops coming for me hit a track-star on a Nigga
Really want Jada Wada but it's hard for a Nigga
Imma hit it and get it
I get the money I split it
Said you love me you be lying man these bitches is wicked
Ain't no future but you know this shit can get wicked
I ain't come her to kick it I'm just here to hit it
I hit it and quit it I'm in to the next
Niggas calling me Nike I come with the tech
I ain't here for the coochie I'm here for the next
If yo man got a problem it's off with his head
Don't be mad cause she tryna get the rent payed
Im just tryna kick it wit yo bitch like a sensei
You said I'm broke but you broke and I been payed
Got a blue letter in to mail boy you been late
Shorty a lesbian she said she gay I'm like hoe wait
I took you in a date made yo ass eat the whole plate
You know what I ain't even gone trip today
30 min later walking with a limp today
I ain't never lacking walking wit my stick today
Got a bum and I'm bussing on his lip today
Yea I keep the metal and that bitch is chain based
Put that bitch to yo mouth now yo ass got a brace face
Yea my pockets obese and I'm walking wit big stacks
Step back and I punch him in his shit wit his bitch ass
Come wit all blues hold on where is yo bitch at
I think she at the crib counting these big stacks
She don't want to lame ass broke ass bitch ass
Hating always be broke never rich ass
Don't be mad at me cause you can't get yo bitch back
Broke ass you ain't never even had 10 stacks
Hold on yea rat tat got em in kitkat
Blame future you will never ever ever get yo bitch back
You will never ever ever get yo bitch back
You will never ever ever get yo bitch back
Killing shit crazy I'm back on my menace shit
Got a new draco and got the extended clips
Keep the blade on me and then I go let it rip making hits
Niggas can't touch but they stay on dick
Going too dumb wit the full loaded drum
Man i fill up my pockets i guess do this for fun
Im on top of the world man you niggas is sons
When I step out the booth man the money weighs like tons
Run it up pull up to the bank then we fuck it stack it up
Run me all my pape then I add it up
Back it up ass to fat so I smack it up
Had enough going too crazy we packing up
Big checks fully auto techs hit above the neck
Light flex play the game right checkers not chess
Big checks fully auto techs hit above the neck
Light flex play the game right checkers not chess
Fully auto and we kill you niggas wit the glocks
So don't talk crazy or your body could be dropped on blocks
We smoking packs we killing shit and upping dracs and smiths
We fully auto and we going crazy lil bitch
Oh my god are you okay?
What happened?
You know we killin' shit drillin' shit
You know we killin' shit drillin' shit
Hop out wit a fully auto turn his ass to a pack
Hop out wit the draco we gon' wet his back
Trying to run the bands up yea we get to the sack
You know we hop out wearin' all black
You ain't sippin' no wock you be fake sippin'
If you thought i was broke den you big trippin'
Hop out wit a big stick we gon leave him slippin'
You know we leaving niggas wit a fuckin' zipper
Tap a nigga like we playing tag
Yea i got this ice up on my neck it got me freezing like a lag
On his toe it's a tag
Stay wit a bag i don't got to brag
Yea yo girlfriend call me daddy
Now i see why you wit her cause she got a fatty
Fine as fuck yea she a baddie
Heard that nigga wanna kill me now yea i'll drop the addy
Heard these niggas snitching now yea i gotta be quiet
Mag ain't fit on the gun so i had to tie it
Choppa hit him in his stomach now he going on a diet
Took my dick out told yo lil bitch to fuckin' ride it
It's a real nigga party yea yo ass not invited
I smoke too much weed so i'm getting far-sided
Told yo girl i was coming over yea she got excited
Fuck writing lyrics yea i'm good at freestyling i don't got to write it
Catch a body beat a body out em in a coffin
Thought that I was playin when I said that I would touch em
Set em up wit a bitch yes I had her do a walk in
Peter piper pick a couple bullets they gone cuff em
Hop out da v got da cash falling right out of my pants
Bitches falling behind me cause they want these bands
Yea she talking that shit while I'm killing her mans
And I hit from the back while I'm doing my dance
Transgender change a stick to a drum yea he talk out his neck well let's have some fun
Yea I hit from the back as I'm gripping her buns
Put my dick in her throat now it's touching her lungs
Yeahh cause I can stop the heart in a Nigga
Yea I'm playing the game I press start for a nigga
Cops coming for me hit a track-star on a Nigga
Really want Jada Wada but it's hard for a Nigga
Imma hit it and get it
I get the money I split it
Said you love me you be lying man these bitches is wicked
Ain't no future but you know this shit can get wicked
I ain't come her to kick it I'm just here to hit it
I hit it and quit it I'm in to the next
Niggas calling me Nike I come with the tech
I ain't here for the coochie I'm here for the next
If yo man got a problem it's off with his head
Don't be mad cause she tryna get the rent payed
Im just tryna kick it wit yo bitch like a sensei
You said I'm broke but you broke and I been payed
Got a blue letter in to mail boy you been late
Shorty a lesbian she said she gay I'm like hoe wait
I took you in a date made yo ass eat the whole plate
You know what I ain't even gone trip today
30 min later walking with a limp today
I ain't never lacking walking wit my stick today
Got a bum and I'm bussing on his lip today
Yea I keep the metal and that bitch is chain based
Put that bitch to yo mouth now yo ass got a brace face
Yea my pockets obese and I'm walking wit big stacks
Step back and I punch him in his shit wit his bitch ass
Come wit all blues hold on where is yo bitch at
I think she at the crib counting these big stacks
She don't want to lame ass broke ass bitch ass
Hating always be broke never rich ass
Don't be mad at me cause you can't get yo bitch back
Broke ass you ain't never even had 10 stacks
Hold on yea rat tat got em in kitkat
Blame future you will never ever ever get yo bitch back
You will never ever ever get yo bitch back
You will never ever ever get yo bitch back
Killing shit crazy I'm back on my menace shit
Got a new draco and got the extended clips
Keep the blade on me and then I go let it rip making hits
Niggas can't touch but they stay on dick
Going too dumb wit the full loaded drum
Man i fill up my pockets i guess do this for fun
Im on top of the world man you niggas is sons
When I step out the booth man the money weighs like tons
Run it up pull up to the bank then we fuck it stack it up
Run me all my pape then I add it up
Back it up ass to fat so I smack it up
Had enough going too crazy we packing up
Big checks fully auto techs hit above the neck
Light flex play the game right checkers not chess
Big checks fully auto techs hit above the neck
Light flex play the game right checkers not chess
Fully auto and we kill you niggas wit the glocks
So don't talk crazy or your body could be dropped on blocks
We smoking packs we killing shit and upping dracs and smiths
We fully auto and we going crazy lil bitch
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Writer(s): Young Yt
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