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Killer, Pt. 1
by Sakai Da God
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Independent with no label
That's a boss move
Wonder why we be so sick
Cuz we eat false foods
That backdoor been open for a while
Hope they dont cross you
I been stuck up in my head
Been tryna keep it cool
One real nigga on this Earth
I'm the livin proof
He pop out just saying that he fresh
I got purple too
I got RTA up in my closet
Niggas hate to lose
Young niggas started my deposit
I been inna grove
I might pull up with that bag
I might pull up with some cash
I might pull up with some brents
That choppa fahhhh
Fye his azz
Walk em down like NLE
Faceshot, dont need a mask
Catch him on the other side
Where it's greener
His ass grass
Smoking gas
Why they mad
I got shit you never had
Nigga you can get this shit too
If you just get off yo ass
He got percocets and molly's
I don't need no drugs to spazz
Now that girl all on my body
Tell ha get off she too fast
She can't last
How I switch my style like that
Yeah the way these niggas using printers
Call em copycats
Bullets hit em neck and up
So why the fuck he gotta vest
Can't fuck that bitch
Ha pussy trash
Put that shit back up inna bag
We got we got we got
Glocks, we got gens
We got fives, we got tens
Heard that girl wanted smoke
She sucked me up
Vaped my pen
Can't forget bout ARP's
Make that boy catch some wind
Missiles hit em
Keep on blasting, keep on blasting
Then again
Niggas chicken they gon flock
I be sticking with my hen
Like a zit that bitch gon pop
Watch them dracos hit his chin
Hit his mans
I got brothers dont got friends
It depends
If I come up on some cheddar
Just know all of us gon win
That's the plan
Poppin a tab
I been in the lab
I don't ask for nothing
She throwing it back
I'm doing math, they coppin plea deals
Can't hang with no snitches
These niggas be rats
I hope the legacy has been fulfilled
On the eastside, they shooting to kill
Like superman, bitch I'm not made of steel
Snakes they slatt
Aye Sakai, I bet that boy he gon die
Ask him why
We gon slide
Tap dance on his block
Shit go tadadadada
Glock right on my waist
Go fahfahfah
In front of his door go
Knock knock knock
Like Trey Songz
Ou nah nah nah
Laugh at a ho like hahaha
Independent with no label
That's a boss move
Wonder why we be so sick
Cuz we eat false foods
That backdoor been open for a while
Hope they dont cross you
I been stuck up in my head
Been tryna keep it cool
One real nigga on this Earth
I'm the livin proof
He pop out just saying that he fresh
I got purple too
I got RTA up in my closet
Niggas hate to lose
Young niggas started my deposit
I been inna grove
I might pull up with that bag
I might pull up with some cash
I might pull up with some brents
That choppa fahhhh
Fye his azz
Walk em down like NLE
Faceshot, dont need a mask
Catch him on the other side
Where it's greener
His ass grass
Smoking gas
Why they mad
I got shit you never had
Nigga you can get this shit too
If you just get off yo ass
He got percocets and molly's
I don't need no drugs to spazz
Now that girl all on my body
Tell ha get off she too fast
She can't last
How I switch my style like that
Yeah the way these niggas using printers
Call em copycats
Bullets hit em neck and up
So why the fuck he gotta vest
Can't fuck that bitch
Ha pussy trash
Put that shit back up inna bag
We got we got we got
Glocks, we got gens
We got fives, we got tens
Heard that girl wanted smoke
She sucked me up
Vaped my pen
Can't forget bout ARP's
Make that boy catch some wind
Missiles hit em
Keep on blasting, keep on blasting
Then again
Niggas chicken they gon flock
I be sticking with my hen
Like a zit that bitch gon pop
Watch them dracos hit his chin
Hit his mans
I got brothers dont got friends
It depends
If I come up on some cheddar
Just know all of us gon win
That's the plan
Poppin a tab
I been in the lab
I don't ask for nothing
She throwing it back
I'm doing math, they coppin plea deals
Can't hang with no snitches
These niggas be rats
I hope the legacy has been fulfilled
On the eastside, they shooting to kill
Like superman, bitch I'm not made of steel
Snakes they slatt
Aye Sakai, I bet that boy he gon die
Ask him why
We gon slide
Tap dance on his block
Shit go tadadadada
Glock right on my waist
Go fahfahfah
In front of his door go
Knock knock knock
Like Trey Songz
Ou nah nah nah
Laugh at a ho like hahaha