Killa

(Killa!) Killa, this parrot She love my tats She think I'm bad Think I'm a killa It's not like that I don't go out I chill, kick back And count my skrilla In my chinchilla fur Love, I get on her nerves I love the way she twerk Might have to get that ass to work I'm slizzard off of this Goose The whole damn club getting loose I'm 'bout to break her in two And hit the rum She love my pad She love my tats She think I'm bad Think I'm a killa It's not like that I don't go out I chill, kick back And count my skrilla She tryna feel on me Tryna get the best of me See her in all of my dreams I think she put a hex on me Askin' me when I'm gon' slide Pull up on her on east side Why I'm so paranoid Always hanging with my boys She love my pad She love my tats She think I'm cute Think I'm her boo I'm so into it I might just do it I be going through it I tend to ruin shit Yeah, ayy, yeah Nasty on the beat, really in the streets Young nigga, always bring that heat You know I been geeked for the last eight weeks I'm from the (just sit down) They gon' feel my pain Rain down, on me (Killa, killa, killa)