K For Killer
Make that shit bop
Make that shit bounce
Make that shit slap
Make that shit bounce
Make that shit slap
Make that shit bop
Make that shit clap
Make that ass clap
Bounce that up and down, I got you runnin' fast
Just like a running back, they us call men in black
I'll keep you running from the k, this is not a tac
I don't give a fuck I'll keep you runnin I don't slack
Got the gang with me yea they all on $latt
Oh you dropped your location, bet I'll be at that
You're the dumb fuck? I'll see you in the back
You always in the back, where's your spotlight at?
You said you ATL, but your bitch said "DTF?"
Motherfucker did a diddy bop, your bitch a silly bop
Kid you better act right, before I grab my weapons
And start fuckin' guessin', I'm gonna go 007
I'm not religious but I'm still a reverend
Cause of all these pussy fucks that I sent to heaven
And if you wanna fucking test me
Bitch you better bet I'll leave ya ass dry in a fuckin Bentley
Yea
Listen up this ain't a song
This is a fuckin murder poem
Get it fuckin right
Get the fucking stick
You best not fuckin trip
Get a fucking grip
Before I fuckin grip my shit
No I'm not nice
Imma leave you drenched
That's due to all of your lies
You gon pay the dues
Bitch you owe me more than your life
You better get to prayin cause you gon need Christ by your side
They thought it was suicide but really it was me in the night
In the night is where I lurk
In the streets I'm the voice just like I'm lil durk
When I'm all up in her guts man I make her scream
When I spin on your block it's a murder scene
Leave them white lines, got a white bitch snorting white lines
And she mighty fine
Bad bitch she ask for rounds
She want me to go to town
But don't be asking for rounds unless they .30s
I ain't staying in town unless im beaming .40s
(Break)
Writing on this paper like an intervention
All of a sudden, now they're interested
Smoking this paper until it's a misconception
I'm the greatest rapper that's ever been fabricated
Man I'm so elated, my flow is elevated
I'm so amazing that my presence is a statement
I got the mic on me like amiri
Blicky be sticky, that's why they fear me
I should've never gave in
I'm winnin this shit, it's a given
I'm killing these rappers bitch I grave dig
Every time I show up at the spot it's a mosh pit
I'm so deep with my gang yea we locked in
If you got your boys with you it's free smoke
Wanna go to heaven, man I'll give you a free ride
Ride up on my gang, we gon smoke you like a pack
Put 'em in the woods then I'll smoke em like a 3.5
When I'm all up in her guts man I make her scream
When I spin on your block it's a murder scene
Leave them white lines, got a white bitch snorting white lines
And she mighty fine
No I'm not nice
Imma leave you drenched
That's due to all of your lies
You gon pay the dues
Bitch you owe me more than your life
You better get to prayin cause you gon need Christ by your side
They thought it was suicide but really it was me in the night
In the night is where I lurk
In the streets I'm the voice just like I'm lil durk
(But still, I can't fuckin stress it enough man)
(This shit doesn't feel fuckin right)
(You'll be fine, just go back to bumpin that shit)
Bounce that up and down, I got you runnin' fast
Just like a running back, they us call men in black
I'll keep you running from the k, this is not a tac
I don't give a fuck I'll keep you runnin I don't slack
Got the gang with me yea they all on $latt
Oh you dropped your location, bet I'll be at that
You're the dumb fuck? I'll see you in the back
You always in the back, where's your spotlight at?
You said you ATL, but your bitch said "DTF?"
Motherfucker did a diddy bop, your bitch a silly bop
Kid you better act right, before I grab my weapons
And start fuckin' guessin', I'm gonna go 007
I'm not religious but I'm still a reverend
Cause of all these pussy fucks that I sent to heaven
Make that shit bounce
Make that shit slap
Make that shit bounce
Make that shit slap
Make that shit bop
Make that shit clap
Make that ass clap
Bounce that up and down, I got you runnin' fast
Just like a running back, they us call men in black
I'll keep you running from the k, this is not a tac
I don't give a fuck I'll keep you runnin I don't slack
Got the gang with me yea they all on $latt
Oh you dropped your location, bet I'll be at that
You're the dumb fuck? I'll see you in the back
You always in the back, where's your spotlight at?
You said you ATL, but your bitch said "DTF?"
Motherfucker did a diddy bop, your bitch a silly bop
Kid you better act right, before I grab my weapons
And start fuckin' guessin', I'm gonna go 007
I'm not religious but I'm still a reverend
Cause of all these pussy fucks that I sent to heaven
And if you wanna fucking test me
Bitch you better bet I'll leave ya ass dry in a fuckin Bentley
Yea
Listen up this ain't a song
This is a fuckin murder poem
Get it fuckin right
Get the fucking stick
You best not fuckin trip
Get a fucking grip
Before I fuckin grip my shit
No I'm not nice
Imma leave you drenched
That's due to all of your lies
You gon pay the dues
Bitch you owe me more than your life
You better get to prayin cause you gon need Christ by your side
They thought it was suicide but really it was me in the night
In the night is where I lurk
In the streets I'm the voice just like I'm lil durk
When I'm all up in her guts man I make her scream
When I spin on your block it's a murder scene
Leave them white lines, got a white bitch snorting white lines
And she mighty fine
Bad bitch she ask for rounds
She want me to go to town
But don't be asking for rounds unless they .30s
I ain't staying in town unless im beaming .40s
(Break)
Writing on this paper like an intervention
All of a sudden, now they're interested
Smoking this paper until it's a misconception
I'm the greatest rapper that's ever been fabricated
Man I'm so elated, my flow is elevated
I'm so amazing that my presence is a statement
I got the mic on me like amiri
Blicky be sticky, that's why they fear me
I should've never gave in
I'm winnin this shit, it's a given
I'm killing these rappers bitch I grave dig
Every time I show up at the spot it's a mosh pit
I'm so deep with my gang yea we locked in
If you got your boys with you it's free smoke
Wanna go to heaven, man I'll give you a free ride
Ride up on my gang, we gon smoke you like a pack
Put 'em in the woods then I'll smoke em like a 3.5
When I'm all up in her guts man I make her scream
When I spin on your block it's a murder scene
Leave them white lines, got a white bitch snorting white lines
And she mighty fine
No I'm not nice
Imma leave you drenched
That's due to all of your lies
You gon pay the dues
Bitch you owe me more than your life
You better get to prayin cause you gon need Christ by your side
They thought it was suicide but really it was me in the night
In the night is where I lurk
In the streets I'm the voice just like I'm lil durk
(But still, I can't fuckin stress it enough man)
(This shit doesn't feel fuckin right)
(You'll be fine, just go back to bumpin that shit)
Bounce that up and down, I got you runnin' fast
Just like a running back, they us call men in black
I'll keep you running from the k, this is not a tac
I don't give a fuck I'll keep you runnin I don't slack
Got the gang with me yea they all on $latt
Oh you dropped your location, bet I'll be at that
You're the dumb fuck? I'll see you in the back
You always in the back, where's your spotlight at?
You said you ATL, but your bitch said "DTF?"
Motherfucker did a diddy bop, your bitch a silly bop
Kid you better act right, before I grab my weapons
And start fuckin' guessin', I'm gonna go 007
I'm not religious but I'm still a reverend
Cause of all these pussy fucks that I sent to heaven
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Cavazos Iii
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