Lyrics:
Halloway
We them down south killer boys
Ghetto commission and them motherfucking Miller boys
Think it's a game we'll fuck around and kill you boy
the killer's and fein's
I'm in the trap with the killer's and fein's
From liquor to beef, Its whatever you need
I'm in the trap with the killers and feins
I'm
Leaving them limbless, this is
Me yo I been in this since
The art was an infant get with it
If you stepping up than I'll give you a minute
Got a squad full
killer peeped him out flashing a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up Corey Buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
the lobby waiting
In line at the Ace
I knew a killer named Noonie
A goonie with them H blocks
He used to like to fuck on tape
Then make his date watch
I knew
clarity
If I roll a hundred deep
It's two hundred fists, two hundred feet
At least a hundred guns so
Every nigga get one apiece
Bitch, I'll piss
that God got me, I'm thankin' Him for it (yeah)
Soon as I get it, then I'll be payin' Him for it
You know you made it when all the haters support
Like a sick note, but it don't get bigger
I'm the realest, I'm a killer with the lyrics
Just look back at SBTV, and you'll see
Takin' the scene
figures
She my vibe but has she ever fucked a killer
Youth fair how dat merry go round
She don’t smoke but she burning it now
Nuclear how she blowing me
the Millers, ain't got no filter, the shapeshifter, It's
Bud smoke is like a killer, bud smoke is like a killer
Bud smoke is like a killer, keeping that
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
I spit like a tomic
Me and my killer are guerrillas
Boy we trying to battle cause they want our position
But they ain't never get it
Man I told
it for the thrill of the rush
Love you just a little too much, much
(You send me right to heaven)
Sweet serial killer
(I guess I'll see him over)
friends when it was over
We used to play tag and hide and go seek, or
Hide and go get it if we had a few freaks, but
Now things changed, kids ain't
Killer baby don't you know
I got 2 days to get my shit straight
You call it love well I would call it mistake
Your guilty conscious heavy weighing on your
If I feel y'all on the slow down
Guess I'll do it all alone now
I do it all by my own now
I make a killer beat
Then write and spit a rap that kill
once I get started, you better run it back, cause I'm spitting on this track
So fast if I stop, I could be prone to whiplash but
Still I recover,
caught by the coppers
It's time for me to raise 'em up proper by myself
It's a goddamn struggle when a bitch ain't got no help
Now everybody tellin' me
to your bed?
I made you swore at all over your place, boo
I show you masculinity so get to where I'm at
It's based on your validity, I'm doin' what you ask
The connoisseur rippin' ill-literature
Yes, but I'm about to get deeper
You'll catch a ill
Reflection from listenin'
Too close to the speaker
When I reach ya, it's
through the other side niggas get straight checked
See I'm a killer I only ride with G's
and I used to be a hot boy but now I slang CD's
Am I
tuned in to the show killers
Sponsored by the weed coke and dope dealing
Ill facts
Concealed crack
Steel bats
Real Rap
We kill rats
Get peeled back
Little weave! I'll let them suckas
Know it's on for life
Don't let the Westside ride the night haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Mess with me and get
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