Kill Bill (feat. Not WikK & Bangouthreee)
Marctweezy
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Know what the f*ck going on Nigga Navy Free 63 man Free Sk8 Know what the f*ck going on Nigga Still slimin shit out Oh yeah Doing all that playing, you then made yo ass a free kill Let the .45 hit his ass, that bitch beat for real Nigga said he gon' do what? Nigga be for real .45 don't hold enough, needed a refill Doing all that tough talking never did a drill Must've been allergic to them bitches, he need a Benadryl Wait til twin get home we gon' show niggas we bend for real Been steppin' since a jet, niggas know this shit been for real Hop out the whip, then I go from Tweez to kill bill If I seen his ass on that block, I would've killed shh Wish I could've rocked out on his ass, I had the killswitch When wissaname get popped, he gon' die, cause he a real snitch Dog got blew down on ain't blow his mag, boy, you's a real bitch When we bump into him, pop that door, then I go kill him Treat his pussy ass like a fish, and we gon' reel him Off of Addie, this bitch boot me up, this bitch a real stim Calm down, you a hoe, you ain't on that rim Come around, face shot your ass, boy, that's no attempt Sixty on the bottom of arizzy like this bitch a crip Cowboy style every time, I'm comin' off the hip I brought my brother to the court, he don't never miss Hit your ass with that switch, that bitch go like swish Your ass never got no money, you ain't takin' risks And you don't wanna show your gun, I'd probably take your shit Nigga thought I hit him with some acid when the Draco spit Nigga, I don't got up out your gun, nah, I'll make my blick I'll come around by myself, confiscate your blick If it ain't no bullets, then your goofy ass ain't takin' shit Navy, navy slime, we can't do the standards Bitch, you know it's 30 in the nine Hop out dumpin', if he runnin', I put 30 in his spine Hit the gate, I'm in his bushes, nah, I'm campin' on his blinds I be trippin' off the P's, f*ck around and lose my mind Hop out on him, chase him down, caught me one man down Hear me punchin' through the town, probably punchin' through your block Been threw switches on them Glocks Tap it once, this bitch hot, this bitch really hittin tops Lil' brody out his body, he put 60 in the top Wipe that nose, it get slimy, better not show no sign of snot Better not play that tough role, that's gon' get your ass popped Catch him runnin' to the whip, that's gon' get his ass boxed They know how them slimes get, if you don't, go check Fox If you don't, you gon' die, send your ass to the sky Go back home and get hot, slap my brother, high 5 That's another opp fried Smokin' on his dead ass
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Written by: Bangout Threee, DeMarco Johnson, Not WikK
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