KILLERS AND ROBBERS (feat. Denzel Curry, midwxst & Matt Ox)
Blatt, blatt, blatt
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Ugh
I'ma blitz, I'ma blitz, I'ma blitz (Blah)
I said, "I'ma run it, I'ma touchdown on yo' bitch" (Ah)
I know they say they hate me, but they all up on my dick (Ow)
Reload, with the stick and tell my brother, he won't miss (Yeah)
Me just flipped it, double it (Crushin' it)
Stack the chips, I'm crushin' it (Crushin' it)
I'm gettin' lit for the fun of it (Fun of it)
I'm in the mix, yeah, I'm up in it (Up in it)
Listen to this, but I'm not mumblin' (Yuh)
Flips gon' flip-flip, feel like I'm jugglin' (Yuh)
I can't slip, no, I'm not fumblin' (Yuh)
She on my hit list, then I'm dubbin' it (Yeah)
I'm with the misfits and we comin' in
Wh-what he say?
Catch a body, tell me, what's the motherfuckin' play?
Mo-money, brains, and power, you aren't surprised? I'm feelin' crazy
I just want the dough, I don't want the praise
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh), what the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit, you know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
If I ever, if I ever want a bitch, I gotta get it
I been runnin' up them bands
Don't pocket watch, just mind ya business
She throw a temper tantrum when she raging on my penis
She got a big-ass head like Jimmy Neutron
But she really not a genius (Bitch, bitch, bitch, agh)
A-ain't nobody really fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
Rip his fucking kidney with this fuckin' semi
(Fuckin' semi, ugh)
I heard him screaming
I'm like, "What the fuck up, Denny's?"
I lick the blood up from her pussy to her titties
(Bitch, ugh)
All black is on me and I look satanic
He came with the drum, I came with a cannon (Yuh, brrah)
In love with the smoke, shit, I think I'm a addict
Unload the burner, man
Leave him in ashes (Uh, yeah, bitch)
I'm with my niggas, you cannot adjust (Ayy)
The dick to his head
And I think I'ma bust (Ayy, yuh, haha)
Brr (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit
You know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
I'm with Jasiah, in the cut, we here to fuck these niggas up (Ayy)
I need somebody in my life, I think that I done fell in love
That bitch, she asked me if I like her, had to give that bitch a shrug
The feds and opps, I know they watchin'
They gon' try and plan a—
Stop, nigga, told you, "Stop the cap"
Hol' up, how I make this money off
Of makin' some damn rap?
I'ma make this nigga fly like he was fuckin' Jack
I hop on the aux and I ain't talkin' 'bout no man
I'll take off the hat so I can stop all of the cap
I feel like I'm Faygo, we gon' take him off the map
I got water on my motherfuckin' body, hol' up
We spin a boy like he a forty, hol' up
That nigga bitch look like Morty, hol' up
I don't want that bitch or shawty, nah, nah, girl
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit, you know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit
You know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Ugh
I'ma blitz, I'ma blitz, I'ma blitz (Blah)
I said, "I'ma run it, I'ma touchdown on yo' bitch" (Ah)
I know they say they hate me, but they all up on my dick (Ow)
Reload, with the stick and tell my brother, he won't miss (Yeah)
Me just flipped it, double it (Crushin' it)
Stack the chips, I'm crushin' it (Crushin' it)
I'm gettin' lit for the fun of it (Fun of it)
I'm in the mix, yeah, I'm up in it (Up in it)
Listen to this, but I'm not mumblin' (Yuh)
Flips gon' flip-flip, feel like I'm jugglin' (Yuh)
I can't slip, no, I'm not fumblin' (Yuh)
She on my hit list, then I'm dubbin' it (Yeah)
I'm with the misfits and we comin' in
Wh-what he say?
Catch a body, tell me, what's the motherfuckin' play?
Mo-money, brains, and power, you aren't surprised? I'm feelin' crazy
I just want the dough, I don't want the praise
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh), what the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit, you know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
If I ever, if I ever want a bitch, I gotta get it
I been runnin' up them bands
Don't pocket watch, just mind ya business
She throw a temper tantrum when she raging on my penis
She got a big-ass head like Jimmy Neutron
But she really not a genius (Bitch, bitch, bitch, agh)
A-ain't nobody really fuckin' with me (Fuckin' with me)
Rip his fucking kidney with this fuckin' semi
(Fuckin' semi, ugh)
I heard him screaming
I'm like, "What the fuck up, Denny's?"
I lick the blood up from her pussy to her titties
(Bitch, ugh)
All black is on me and I look satanic
He came with the drum, I came with a cannon (Yuh, brrah)
In love with the smoke, shit, I think I'm a addict
Unload the burner, man
Leave him in ashes (Uh, yeah, bitch)
I'm with my niggas, you cannot adjust (Ayy)
The dick to his head
And I think I'ma bust (Ayy, yuh, haha)
Brr (Buh, buh, buh, buh)
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit
You know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
I'm with Jasiah, in the cut, we here to fuck these niggas up (Ayy)
I need somebody in my life, I think that I done fell in love
That bitch, she asked me if I like her, had to give that bitch a shrug
The feds and opps, I know they watchin'
They gon' try and plan a—
Stop, nigga, told you, "Stop the cap"
Hol' up, how I make this money off
Of makin' some damn rap?
I'ma make this nigga fly like he was fuckin' Jack
I hop on the aux and I ain't talkin' 'bout no man
I'll take off the hat so I can stop all of the cap
I feel like I'm Faygo, we gon' take him off the map
I got water on my motherfuckin' body, hol' up
We spin a boy like he a forty, hol' up
That nigga bitch look like Morty, hol' up
I don't want that bitch or shawty, nah, nah, girl
Killers and robbers, thrillers, showstoppers
These bullets sing on these opps like an opera
Gangsters, imposters, never get fosters
Because they never get found out, they off us (agh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit, you know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
Bitch, I'm in the cut (Yuh)
What the fuck? I don't give a fuck (Yuh)
Bitch, I'm in the cut, spillin' guts, gettin' bloodied up (Yuh)
Blood bags, when I'm in the pit
You know I love a fuckin' bloodbath
Bloodbath (Ayy)
Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Malachi Pate, Garrett Spach, Edgar Sarratt
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