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