Lyrics:
stop me when I grab the microphone you feel it.
Break your face in half son your gonna get it.
Ayo we top billaz
Son we stop killers
When we hop
to that
Surrounded by fake people, but I'm used to that
I swear to God, being broke, I ain't used to that
Countin' blue hundreds in your face, I'll get
Yea dey used talk down
Dey ain letting me breathe
Aye, Pass me da drank
Now I'm finna get geeked
I'm da club
With da killers and freaks
She a lil
Or get low
Get low, get low or get right, right
Holla killer kill for the villa, Big Mike, Big Mike
Get low, get low or get right, right
Holla killer
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
Ya gotta groove that body behind the beat
My addiction to you so bittersweet
And you touch so deep on my imagination
You know when I get home I'll be
intelligent
I'll bury ya, heat off in my area
Slide up on yo resistance
Busting with no hesitance
Army militant
On some real killer shit
Pull up on your ass
play, we can never die
Reborn after death, we can't let it slide
Ever looked into a killer's eyes?
Blood shot red, knowing that he ill advise
That's
you love me and leave me babe,
I wanna be used by you,
I'll be your little friend on the side
I wanna be used by you,
Just call me when he get outta
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by
you know the game
If a nigga owed a change
I was taught a corpse get left
I wasn't taught right it's not a game
I'll shoot ya buildin' up: Fortnite
you get blown down
Real killer in my blood and it been passed down
Me and Jay gone shoot (And no) I’ll never back down
Murd-er She Wrote
Nigga come
up then I'm Cena, get stupid bread like I'm senile,
Know she say she love but don't mean it, thought I needed you is you stupid,
I'll be a loneboy by
broke and give that stupid bitch a Birkin
Brodie died by himself, wish it was me, it really hurt me
Percocet used to help the pain, but now it just
I'm saying
Make a record, and I'll be glad when
My music gets mad again, new school Ice Cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" Yeah fuck you too
No this ain't yo
ain't no killer don't push me
I ain't no killer don't push me
Rockin' all blue like Nipsey
Oh I'm getting tipsy
I see a lil bitch said she get a lil
There's a killer on the loose again
A ladykiller on the loose
"I'll be standing in the shadows of love
Waiting for you
Don't unzip your zipper
`Cause
, you can get your captain crunch nigga
Hey, it's Lil Wayne nigga
I been this shit since Lil Zane nigga
Tell the cops I ain't no name giver
Icicles on my
off, bitch
Gang! Gang!
I just brought a MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
Got the city on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
Had to cut
Go on and get ya' camera phone on, it's a photo shoot
It's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
Girl, it's a photoshoot
baby, Sos' baby)
I make it rain on them 'cause I'm that nigga ('cause I'm that nigga)
I'm with my killers (bang bang), smokin' killa (dope)
I made it
there's a killer on the loose
Last seen hitting gravs at the Tribal Hoose
Yo I've done it before and I'll do it again
This a mixtape homie bring the rap
I'll put you down as the third alternative,
When you get to the bottom of the list,
In the call for sanity,
Nothing breathes,
So I'll put you up
be thinking bout shit I had lost
Back then would of killed it but today I'll probably pass off
Gotta know ya worth not all the shorties can get these
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