Killer

Killer

Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)

Made all this money from doin' this

D.A. got that dope

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

That's what I do with money, got money up the ass

Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash

Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?

Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah

I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag

Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags

On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass

Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (killer)

Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)

Yeah, look, yeah

My income is all that and then some

Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom

Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some

As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son

Swag dripping, I'm in a pub

Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug

Ended up tripping, I picked her up

She yelled out it's her birthday

She's fifty and in the club

Then it comes on (yeah), that "In da Club" song (yeah)

She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)

I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)

Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)

Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty

Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money

Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny

Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me

Yeah, I'm a (killer)

Attack like the Ripper

All over the track doin' laps like a stripper

Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)

Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)

John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked