KILLA

Killa, killa, killa, killa

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

Killa, killa, killa, killa

Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa

(AV with that drip, hoe)

Runnin' 'round this bitch with a grip, sight, scope

Welcome to the lyrics of a real psycho

Pull up to your block, seven bullets in the Glock

Let his body fucking drop to the pits I go

When I mark you bitch, you won't laugh it off

I send a rocket, click it and you blastin' off

I'm in the black abyss, you been a bastard though

So I'ma wrap my fist and then I crack your dome

I'm fuckin' brutal, whatchu got buddy? Headshots

I'll put a bullet in your knot buddy, red sauce

Finna show you what I got, better back off

Nigga, pull up with the racks up, hacksaw, blam some

Feelin' like I'm top ten, flip the body, gotta hit 'em with a MAC-10

Ain't nobody fuckin' movin' when I rack that

Headed to the back, finna put him in a sack

Let him rot 'til he half dead

She suckin' my dick but my eyes on the road

If she make me bust, I might lose control

They talking that shit, but we tote dem poles

Feel like Usain, I'm going for gold

All of this money is coming in quick

I'm in Miami, she sending pics

I'm like goddamn, I love girls who thick

She got a man, but I'm worth the risk

'Bout to really run it up, I think it's time

2010 D. Rose, I'm in my prime

I could never back down, I could never drop dime

So worry 'bout you, either way, I'm gonna shine

Stone-cold killa, thrilla in Manila

Bands in this bitch, yeah, I'ma go gorillas

I been killin' killers lightly

Don't like you, no need to spite me

My ego, stay high and mighty

Dat 22-3 travel nightly

He wanna talk shit, then you can fight me, boy

We are not the same, you ain't like me, boy

Bullets the speed sound 44 clippin' and your bitch already steppin'

You don't want this noise

My oppositions, spin the block politely

Your grammar foolish, that bitch dumb unsightly

Aimin' down the pistol pole, and I'm wrecking Miley

For this trunk done pop, it ain't talkin' nicely

I'm flippin' my bricks gettin' straight to the top

I'm stackin' my breads, I ain't never gonna stop

Steppin' my way, hittin' you with the mop

If you on my stop, then you gonna get popped

I turn your block to a mission, your mom to a witness

I cock it and block out your vision

I grata-ta-ta-ta-ta niggas

Apocalypse with it (AV with that drip, hoe)

Don't barter, I pop out and get it

You product of fatherless children

I'll body you bitches, ironic, I'm prodigal with it

Just stop it, I've had enough, huh

Got you locked in an audible prison

My sins in a wishin' well

'Boutta kill all you niggas like sickle cell

Slip in like splinter cell

I can't wish him well, non-complacent

It's fuck all you fakers who pray just to make a sale

And I hope that he spin in the grave

I put ten in the face of the body then dig it up

And I'm sick of the miserable rage

But the clip in the K, so it's hard tryna give a fuck

Let's count up the money, let's run up the racks

This bitch coming over, I hit from the back

This green got me faded, Medusa, I'm stoned

I'm posted up like Karl Malone

And I hop up in the whip and that bitch so quick

If I pop another pill, I'ma be car sick

If I link up with your chick, I'ma give her good dick

If a motherfucker try me, I'ma go John Wick

We got the juice like some Minute Maid

Hit the opp with a bottle of Hennessy

If they still talking shit, we gon' slide today

Leave a man bloody then go out and celebrate

And I think that it's time for a holiday

We got some girls, and we took 'em to Paraguay

Got the whole team here so we turning up today

Really came up from the mud for some better days