Killers (feat. Key Santana)

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Fog Steel

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Damn
Shit too easy
know what the f*ck going on niggas ain't fucking with us
Grimey Gang in this bitch man
4s or hoes Ts up for Trell
On Gang
Aye aye aye aye what what
What
Hit that trap bitch I'm so fly
I got four glocks in that trap you play with me then you gon die
Speak on Trell then we gon hit your block now he up in that sky
We got glocks in that cut boy you bet not touch my fye
Say it's four bandz in that trap but I'm like why your broke ass bappin
I might get your hoe then hit the stu now she wanna see me rappin
On your block I sell that pack why call my phone you see me trappin
Boy you bet not spin again cause we might catch your dumbass lacking

(Five five five)
(Steel)
Boy you a bitch stop all that talking why you doing all that acting
Niggas claiming they be killers boy your dumbass just be bappin
Niggas dissing all they want but I don't do none that reacting
And even if I don't got my pole your bitch say Steelio be packing
Curve your bitch don't do no cracking
If you buck then we attacking
Feds pull up they ask what happened
Tell em I ain't even active
Out at night just me and my guys I got this tech in a Nike jacket
Nigga dissing on K2 we pull up shoot him in his bracket
(Damn damn damn)
Boy you a bitch I know you know
F*ck what you rep you ain't gon step we put that F before the O
And then we add the fucking G me and my niggas stay on go
We get caught up for this shit you better lie under that oath
Brand new white tee look like some snow
When I see you up that pole
If you don't shoot I'm just gon blow
These niggas dying bout some hoes
Watch what you saying bout lil Key your ass gon die tweaking on four
Nigga cant duck these damn bullets his bitch ass running too slow
Steelio lil Mook and Key we got them blicks all in that trap
If a nigga speak on P we gon pull up and flip his hat
That nigga say he gon kill me when I pulled up we called his cap
You better listen when we creep or your lil dumbass getting jacked
These bitch ass niggas made me mad
Had to tell em check the stats
When I see you lil nigga up that bitch we gon blow back
And I know some wild niggas ready to slide in all black
Shoot that boy up in his arm we left a mark like it's a tat
Bitch I'm in that fucking mood you better chill with all that dissing
Feel like Curry when I shoot I hit that bitch from a long distance
Niggas mad about a bitch somebody tell his ass stop tripping
Niggas spend his bag on hoes somebody tell his ass stop tricking
I'm tired of niggas talking shit come on get up with me
I know you loving that lil hoe but she so stuck with me
And she heard that you a lil bitch so you can't f*ck with me
Tell that boy stop rapping that shit trash that nigga sound like Lil Reese

Shit wasn't always like this
But you know
That shit got better
Niggas really wasn't with it
Or niggas finished I should say

I say these bitch ass niggas finished load up glocks and we gon get em
This micro drac knock off your fucking face for doing all that dissing
Call them shooters they gon load around the town and they ain't missing
My glock like a snake I up this bitch and it's gon get to hissing
You gon be a cold nigga
Tryna be bold nigga
I love that gun so fucking much cause I done seen it fold niggas
If Key gon put a bag up on your head them niggas they gon feast
Load up 30 rounds we spin up on your block and we gon eat

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