Killuminati (feat. Foreign Teck)

Everything Foreign, haha Ayy, ayy, ayy Through his body, rip through his body, oh (Ayy), oh, ayy (Blatt) Ayy, ayy (Blatt) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Double R, pullin' up) Ayy, ayy (Slidin') Ayy, you gotta really listen to this, for real, ayy I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check Got the Glock 26, I'm tryna trade it for a TEC Shorty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck But she fuckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex Got a hundred round extension on that motherfuckin' thing If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang If you run up on the gang, we gotta let the Ruger slang And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow Prayed to God I don't die, prayed to God, wow Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow Okay, ooh, she a goddess, we got racks in them pockets She gon' fuck on the crew, we got dope in the lot I'ma go get the money, we ain't fuckin' with molly And my young nigga trippin', he say he just caught a body Ride that dick, Maserati, ride that dick, Kawasaki If you get it, I'm fly, we do not need a pilot If you wanna get money, gotta get the deposit Gotta run up that check, even if it come to robbin' Even if it come to stealin', killin' or drug dealin' We gotta run up the sack, I'm tryna get to a milli' She wanna fuck on the crew, she tryna fuck on civilians I'm tryna get this money, don't give a fuck 'bout these children We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily I'm tryna get it, no Beyonce and no Jay-Z But I wanna be in that billionaire side of the world And I'ma buy your yellowbone diamonds with the world I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow Prayed to God I don't die, prayed to God, wow Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow Loaded on that oil, oh Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (Woah) I ain't even gotta have no jewelry on to fuck 'em (Blatt) I ain't even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (Bitch) I'ma get this money, I'm a slimy motherfucker (Oh) Don't play 'round, we'll chime in, motherfucker (Oh) And you know we come in perfect timin', motherfucker (Oh) I'm a grimy motherfucker, I'm a grimy motherfucker (Blatt)