Killas
Pop out at night and im hanging with killas
Was raised in the jungle wit apes and gorillas
Im getting this money no time for my feelings
She want me to slide she just tryna kick it
Dont ask for no money not one for the trickin
I pull down her panties and give her a dick
And Im leaving in silence im quick to go missing
Was young in them trenches completing the missions
My father a blud and my uncle be crippin
They know im a monster but still im a Christian
I pray to the Lord but still keep me a grippy
Im sippin this tete until i get tipsy
Doing these punches this shit soundin crispy
I fry me a nigga just like he some chicken
That pussy get sticky like its sum Rice Crispy
Snap
Crackle
Pop
Pop out them cuts and im uppin the glock
Talkin to Net and im sending some shots
Think you rob me?
Turnt to his Pops
Belt to his ass
Care if its 50 ill get last laugh
Stop all that trolling you look like a fag
Get you a bag
Touchin this money i can't keep track
ADHD so i can't relax
Pop out at night and im hanging with killas
Was raised in the jungle wit apes and gorillas
Im getting this money no time for my feelings
She want me to slide she just tryna kick it
Dont ask for no money not one for the trickin
I pull down her panties and give her a dick
And Im leaving in silence im quick to go missing
Was young in them trenches completing the missions
My father a blud and my uncle be crippin
They know im a monster but still im a Christian
I pray to the Lord but still keep me a grippy
Im sippin this tete until i get tipsy
Doing these punches this shit soundin crispy
I fry me a nigga just like he some chicken
That pussy get sticky like its sum Rice Crispy
Snap
Crackle
Pop
Pop out them cuts and im uppin the glock
Whippin the beat
It's straight crack
Fans relapse
Straight to the top and I can't look back
My lil cousin servin and stacking a sack
Tap of the switchy im calling it wraps
EMTs get em somebody call Vick
Shit bag a nigga im leavin em sick
Pump fake my brother lil nigga you bitch
Im all in your hood and im making a hit
Drop me a tape
Hit after hit
You know how I play it im tryna get rich
Repeating the cycle and taking them risks
Mfs be leaches and sumn like tics
So best keep yo distance and stay on your shit
Mfs be leaches and sumn like tics
So best keep yo distance and stay on your shit
Was raised in the jungle wit apes and gorillas
Im getting this money no time for my feelings
She want me to slide she just tryna kick it
Dont ask for no money not one for the trickin
I pull down her panties and give her a dick
And Im leaving in silence im quick to go missing
Was young in them trenches completing the missions
My father a blud and my uncle be crippin
They know im a monster but still im a Christian
I pray to the Lord but still keep me a grippy
Im sippin this tete until i get tipsy
Doing these punches this shit soundin crispy
I fry me a nigga just like he some chicken
That pussy get sticky like its sum Rice Crispy
Snap
Crackle
Pop
Pop out them cuts and im uppin the glock
Talkin to Net and im sending some shots
Think you rob me?
Turnt to his Pops
Belt to his ass
Care if its 50 ill get last laugh
Stop all that trolling you look like a fag
Get you a bag
Touchin this money i can't keep track
ADHD so i can't relax
Pop out at night and im hanging with killas
Was raised in the jungle wit apes and gorillas
Im getting this money no time for my feelings
She want me to slide she just tryna kick it
Dont ask for no money not one for the trickin
I pull down her panties and give her a dick
And Im leaving in silence im quick to go missing
Was young in them trenches completing the missions
My father a blud and my uncle be crippin
They know im a monster but still im a Christian
I pray to the Lord but still keep me a grippy
Im sippin this tete until i get tipsy
Doing these punches this shit soundin crispy
I fry me a nigga just like he some chicken
That pussy get sticky like its sum Rice Crispy
Snap
Crackle
Pop
Pop out them cuts and im uppin the glock
Whippin the beat
It's straight crack
Fans relapse
Straight to the top and I can't look back
My lil cousin servin and stacking a sack
Tap of the switchy im calling it wraps
EMTs get em somebody call Vick
Shit bag a nigga im leavin em sick
Pump fake my brother lil nigga you bitch
Im all in your hood and im making a hit
Drop me a tape
Hit after hit
You know how I play it im tryna get rich
Repeating the cycle and taking them risks
Mfs be leaches and sumn like tics
So best keep yo distance and stay on your shit
Mfs be leaches and sumn like tics
So best keep yo distance and stay on your shit
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