Lyrics:
myself out Dey ain answer phone
I got to feeling lame
Bitch tamat she love me
Guess I'm trim, na I ain't feelin' that
Know you tryna fix my heart
But
the project's finest, Zach cook the crack in the kettle
My heart got broken by that bitch, now I feel like damn I can't settle
Jump in that stolo, Glock with
syrup on my filters, masked up with some killers
We can shootout two-three minutes, 'cause it's fifties on our pistols (brr, brr, brr-brr, brr-brr)
They
to sleep dumb whore
I just popped two pills, I'm up for the week
I got her saved in my phone as Katrina, That lil' bitch get wet
No I'm not tryna fuck with
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
of the drive by)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)
(Chorus 2)
It's killa kali It's killa kali
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
Godzilla ain't got shit on me
Check the repertoire Elm Street I dare You to dream
It's the dark side of the moon
Get your pistols out
Ain't shit to beef
rip shit
Always hit my target nah, never have I missed shit
Phone calls around 2am
Needed someone to vent to
Baby you were hesitant, you still pick up
still likin' money
Freaky bitch still like 'em slutty
Kitchen phone ring
Breakin' down a whole thing
Two-fifty-two in every pie
Down a piece a whole
pistol
Won't post on the net kuz we coming to get you
Know where you stay why tf would I diss you
Get back or get smacked we spin like we ain't hit you
My
Verse One: Paula Perry, Masta Ase
One two one two, check it I can't stay home
Gotta take walk down to block to the pay phone
"Do you run?" No, like
say I never did for him
You already got the devil playing games on you
Quick to say I changed if I don't pick the dang phone up
And I don't care how
for my pay though
Racks by tons from the Bullion Van
Deals hong kong cannot miss this one
Bitch said cannot miss this guy
That look when looked in her
my pay though
Racks by tons from the Bullion Van
Deals hong kong cannot miss this one
Bitch said cannot miss this guy that look when looked in her eyes
promise
Bitch, I been poppin' these pillies by two and by three and by four
I'm just bein' real honest How about the bag and the brick
Now the drugs
Flipping all theses phones selling jacks out my car
When it's up bitch it's up, we ain't settling for no sorry
Reminiscing by my old days when I was broke
at the lake ok
Hold up I just got a boat load okay flexing on all the hoes okay
She by her lonesome she was ready I spent like two pounds on my necklace
I pull
background)
From the motherfucking (?)
On to the motherfucking Beats By The motherfucking Pound
It's the realist
Nigga I walk with a dirty gun with
I remember walking to my bus-stop
Had a water pistol packed inside my lunch box
Started super soaking bullies in the lunch line
Fake ass wankstas
a coat
Go get you some money
Go get you a tote
Then jump off the porch n get on yo own
One of my homies took 2 to the dome
N one got an L he not coming
to ride
Slide back the door I'm shoot out the side
That boy was lacking caught him by surprise
Tatatata
Made him say aahhh
She see my pistol
It make
phone, she think I overdosed
And you can't tell me one thing that I don't know
I did this shit all on my own and I don't mean to boast
And every time I
Kutthroat shit it get stamped with a pistol
Lost big cuz, then my heart went missing
Ever since then, I had my boots inna trenches
Pouring codeine, spilled
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