Lyrics:
of killers
My brother's kissing the Dom
Niggas'll lick at your mom
And if I ever go to jail
They'll get up the bond
First I counted the buck, then I counted
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide what it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' in them high
Out of my mind
Baby, he's back
The sun had gone down and he shouldn't have gone out alone
But years had gone by and the killer had hung up the phone
So out in
lyin'
My whole life's filled with danger
Never been a stranger to homicide
My neighborhood's full of gangstas and drive-bys
And niggas fightin' for
money
We in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking
out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it
Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you running from?"
Asked the bird in
switch lanes
Four clips, two things
Pardon me I'm 'bout to switch chains
Bag full of rocks, I'mma rockstar
By my first block I'mma blockstar
I loaned
half empty. You might be in your dad's car by now, your bags and things piled high in the trunk. The girls in the back of the bus are shrieking
Pockets stuffed, I'm stumblin', yeah
I'm walkin' with a wobble, pockets full of them blue hunnids (racks)
Killers on the side, the other side, the back
shine just like a star.
My double cup full of raw.
Swangin', bangin' in my car.
Yea, these hoes know who we are.
I be that nigga that hit that hoe.
My
Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock', Y-3, newest
This is your battlefield
You're like a F1 car stuck in a muddy field
You will be over this, bit by bit
Anxiety will turn into entire bliss
A thousand
a killin'
You made me a killer
Emancipation of a real higga
As we proceed to give you what you need
Trap our bodies but can't lock our minds
Everybody just
not
You're through you need protection from
King Tee's resurrection peep the session
Loc get the full +Tee+ spoon
Swallow it fast cause I'm about
catch a murder charge ,
See butsters to get full of that weed and liquor snort a line,
In ya mind now yous a killer
Talking: man gotdamn paul man you
on their heads
Theyre arresting some joker for shoplifting
I smell the breakfast being cooked from the cafes kitchen
Stereos from cars scream by as i cross
and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some
**Verse**
Customize your avatar
Pick your clothes and your face and a fancy car
Comparison's a killer
Pumping lip filler
Dopamine dealers
Ugh
cll
The Grandfather clock, with a broken minute hand
Surrounded by thieves, killers, thugs and some junkies
And to this day
Memories of shadows haunt me
From
mi put yuh pon the news
Two unknown killers pon yuh ends yuh ah walk thru
Wait till everybody come out then we take life by the group
St. Paul addi
from baggies, triple beams, to jugs for my water
Like a snitch life's a bitch, a world full of drama
Drug paraphernalia being found by my momma
Trauma
got killers and goons, and they all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet
unit
Catch me by myself
I'm only sayin' bullshit
I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply
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