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Kill It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Kill It è stato pubblicato il 5 giugno 2020 da Buzzworl Entertainment come parte dell'album Ask My Brother
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Data di uscita5 giugno 2020
EtichettaBuzzworl Entertainment
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM119

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ambush Buzzworl
Ambush Buzzworl
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ambush Buzzworl
Ambush Buzzworl
Songwriter

Testi

Yuh
'Cause I burn a boy like a do on
(Ain't even in my lane, boy)
Yuh, it must be 'cause I'm gettin' on
It's like most of the ends don't get along
But my money's on me, who you bettin' on?
You can call me Young D or Teflon
'Cause I burn a boy like D on Stefflon
Yeah I'm steppin' in, and I'm steppin' on
And I'm steppin' out, and I'm gettin' done
You know my mates, you know exactly who I get it from
And the youngers know exactly who they get it from
We the plugs and they know exactly who they get it from
You ain't even in my lane, boy step along
Blood, it's getting long
'Cause my gun is long, and my money long
You're a funny don (funny don)
I ain't fucking with no funny ****
Imma getting money don
Huh, real **** getting money, tryna build shit
The game ain't a race, it's a marathon
So I'm juggin' and I'm
Yeah I'm chuggin' and I'm
Get to whippin' and I
Let it look and then I
Get a shotty 'cause I'm a shotter
Up and down, in and out the block-a
Ain't no cap in my music
Blood I said what I said, if the shoe fit
**** wanna act like they're lost 'til I lose it
Don't make me prove it ('cause I pull up in a-)
What?
'Cause they got me in a booth on booth shit (got me in a booth shit)
If my **** don't slide, they ain't B, gon' pull up and shoot shit (gon' pull up and bye)
Get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, "I just wanna do music" (I'm an artist)
Twenty bags for my bail 'cause a **** just wanna do music
Yeah, it must be 'cause I get about, yeah
Area boy and I'm steppin' out
Yeah, you're still in the ends, I'm jettin' out
Couldn't fill half the room, man's sellin' out
Haven't even seen half the food, man's sellin' out
But it's sellin' out, I ain't sellin' dunes, and I ain't sellin' clout
And I ain't sellin' out
This is C-Town, weapons out
You know, get 'em down, get 'em down
Did I lick 'em, did I?
Did I rob 'em, did I?
Did I jook 'em, did I?
Did I shot 'em, did I?
Yeah, it's all goin' on 'round here
Can't even make a song 'round here
So I don't need to drill rap, for him to feel that
This is real rap
I got PTSD, how the fuck they gon' heal that?
And a lot of **** dead for them ****, don't feel that
Want love from these streets, you ain't ever gon' feel that
No love for police, I ain't never gon' feel that
Didn't want me on the streets, or the beats
But they want me in the jail like these neeks ('cause I pull up in a-)
What?
'Cause they got me in a booth on booth shit (got me in a booth shit)
If my **** don't slide, they ain't B, gon' pull up and shoot shit (gon' pull up and bye)
Get nicked, go jail, tell the judge, "I just wanna do music" (I'm an artist)
Twenty bags for my bail 'cause a **** just wanna do music
Written by: Ambush Buzzworl
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