Make A Killin

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Woahmagah

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I'm on dt super sayian
Yeah my diamonds ready to glow
I'm just feigning like a crack head
I'm just looking for some smoke
Niggas playing with they life
That nigga no longer awoke
Choppa hit his liver
Playing games this is not a joke
Got a bag
I need some more
Sloppy toppy
From ya hoe
She didn't wanna get embarrassed told me keep it on the low
F*ck nigga talking hot shit
Told that f*ck nigga to drop the loc
Run up in his crib leave his liver lungs stomach poked
Make a killing that's for sure
Don't know what I'm dealing
And that's what scared these niggas the most
Black op
Red opp
Dead opp
Off the grid like Ima ghost
She told me I'm the villain
I said baby I'm the host
You ain't gotta fear me
But hear me just so I hope you know
Dropping bars from left to right
Who really fucking with my flow

Do the dash trap with gas
Collect the stash Like im finding gold
Niggas talking hot shit but don't never really have a goal
Standing to tall my pockets
Yeah it's always on that swole
Pussy boy was in his shit I knew that nigga was gonna fold
Keep ya words to ya self if you ain't moving bold
I know my heart to cold
Dare you to really test my soul

Make a killing that's for sure
I get out my body so ima need you to watch ya tone
Yeah that Nina ready to blow
Flashing blickies with the switches
Yeah nigga make sure you gone
Hit 'em in his T.O.P. have em meeting G.O.D.
Send his ass home

Riding riding
Yeah Drop the loc
Taylor got it
Yeah he riding slow
Wocky wocky
Got me moving slow
Keep a Glocky
Yeah I'm ready to blow
Playing games it's not a joke
Leave you and ya homie gone
I just feel like wylin ouuuttt
Dirty sippin styrofoam
GLAH!
GLAH!
GLAH!
Jesus took the wheel
gripping on my steel
keep a lot of pain
feel what I feel
ask me if I mean it
bitch I'm for real
I say bitch I'm for real
If you moving wrong blowing back his peel
Slide up on a nigga like I'm kill bill
Paranoid got me popping all these pills
I'm just tryna see what's real

Nina on me aint conceal
You not even bulletproof
Yeah you know that It's the truth
I don't need a shield
I'm just frozen in time I can't even tell you what's really reeeaal
Demon time to take a soul just grippin on the steeel
Fill with venom trippin mixing pills that's how I feel
If it wasn't for music I would be out here on a driiilll
Before it's f*ck it tummy tuck it come on man let's make a kiiilll
My finger be itching catching bodies like it's a meeaaall
You could never come filter out a that's speaking reeaalll
One minute you a smart nigga
Next minute you making kiilllss

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