Killa
He a Killa
I be riding with my skrilla
Serving dope and kicking shit still made it home for dinner
And Ima real right sinner
Pressing me gon get you gone and I'll be claimed a winner
And Ian mean all of this nonsense
Ran my money up still got my chicken that's regardless
They know they left me broken hearted
Broke and bummy hadda learn the logic trust the process
I'm getting paper check the progress
Me and T gon slime you out yo pockets just be cautious
And then we spinning till we nauseous
If we can't catch him out in the street we hit his office
But Ion do all of this talking
Really fucked me over for a bitch he wasn't solid
And he was leaving broken promises
Sticks with me to victory I gotta finish what I started
Cmon lets go
He'll wipe yo nose for a bag of dope
Thinking that shit sweat he gon spill better give him hope
These hoes love me like the fucking Pope
You can get caught with it or without it bitch you to an oath
He a Killa
I be riding with my skrilla
Serving dope and kicking shit still made it home for dinner
And Ima real right sinner
Pressing me gon get you gone and I'll be claimed a winner
And Ian mean all of this nonsense
Ran my money up still got my chicken that's regardless
They know they left me broken hearted
Broke and bummy hadda learn the logic trust the process
I be riding with my skrilla
Serving dope and kicking shit still made it home for dinner
And Ima real right sinner
Pressing me gon get you gone and I'll be claimed a winner
And Ian mean all of this nonsense
Ran my money up still got my chicken that's regardless
They know they left me broken hearted
Broke and bummy hadda learn the logic trust the process
I'm getting paper check the progress
Me and T gon slime you out yo pockets just be cautious
And then we spinning till we nauseous
If we can't catch him out in the street we hit his office
But Ion do all of this talking
Really fucked me over for a bitch he wasn't solid
And he was leaving broken promises
Sticks with me to victory I gotta finish what I started
Cmon lets go
He'll wipe yo nose for a bag of dope
Thinking that shit sweat he gon spill better give him hope
These hoes love me like the fucking Pope
You can get caught with it or without it bitch you to an oath
He a Killa
I be riding with my skrilla
Serving dope and kicking shit still made it home for dinner
And Ima real right sinner
Pressing me gon get you gone and I'll be claimed a winner
And Ian mean all of this nonsense
Ran my money up still got my chicken that's regardless
They know they left me broken hearted
Broke and bummy hadda learn the logic trust the process
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Writer(s): Justin Cruz
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