Still Will Kill

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The f*ck I told you niggas
Uh, Dollar, Bill, Yield
Now I don't really care what he said, she said
Eat lead, I'm about the bread see now show me what's next
A Richard Mill on my wrist
So f*ck a Rolex
No disrespect and no apologies I'm not like the rest
I formed a gotta go, getta no bullshit mentality
Developed how to set up me and mine
Speaking honestly, I'm a motherfucking bad guy trying to be good
Cause if I could being real I can't say that I would
So put the money in the sack for the blood make you squeamish and do it fast as you can for your head starts leaking
Get the cash in the bag faster than the fish in Sweden
I'm cleaning  these niggas scheming
They teaming, they fucking vegan
I don't do any mentions
Rather send a few henchmen
Got my shorty in the mix I don't need the attention
Pull up in a black coupe caramel guts, baby Ruth
Moving white, black suit shareable dust, baby tooth

And I still will kill
If you ever try to stop me now
And I still will deal
Bag it up cause the eagle's got a kickback
And I will still kill
You would never catch me losing, how
And I still will deal
Got the yayo and the bread, nigga, I stay strapped

Enough is enough
I'm known for these gun rounds
But I put these guns down and still f*ck you up
If I don't knock you out when we first knuckle up
I pull the razor out, you get your first uppercut
I grab you by the neck, you get another cut
Look like my seatbelt won't work, it don't buckle up
I bet on me every time I put wild bread up
How can you f*ck with me on the same shit that I made up
If I chase a nigga, my Glock'll break it, nigga
End up at the funeral home, box wake a nigga
The open hand, fist, deuce, rock, paper, scissors
Two or three bags, floating in the Hudson River
So chill for i flash one, remix that blast, son
I let my peoples get you, but they fucked up my last one
I'm talking shooting niggas in they chest ripping, they spleen out
The doctor's pulling his dreams out, I'll wipe you clean out

And I still will kill
If you ever try to stop me now
And I still will deal
Bag it up cause the eagle's got a kickback
And I will still kill
You would never catch me losing, how
And I still will deal
Got the yayo and the bread, nigga, I stay strapped

You a hopeless mess when it's on, you're guns drawn
I'll beat you till you're brain dead, f*ck the machine you on
Stay out of my vision I pull the plug and make the conscious decision
Give me a scalpel, I'm willing to make the perfect incisions
You gotta ask my ops if they felt me
Having tubes in 'em asking Doc if they healthy
You gon' get all the bullets in the Glock that I'm holding
Shells stuck in your head, literally locked and loaded
So take a moment, Id wait, pull out your notes
And your check engine light is on, but I just started the motor
When I'm done, you going right into the cold case folder
It's over, they put it out on the rover
I'm at the finish line, you on the side waiting for shit to blow over
It's simple, we're here to take over
Just like the beginning of the song, nigga
The f*ck I told you ya

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