Killumbus

On God Tryna left some dead, gang, gang (ayy, boy Stxnk, you hard) Tryna left some dead (Timmy Da HitMan), uh, uh Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes coming All them guns on your IG, you better shake some Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna left some dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Poppin' Percocets, I'm off the meds Talking tough won't get you shit but dead Like, fuck that, fuck what you said I get way too out my body, out my head, yeah, yeah Don't come tell me lil' folks with them feds like that ain't your mans Told the opps come see about me, they scared I sip codeine 'til I can't barely feel my legs (uh-uh) They let him out and it's about time to drop that bread (brr, bow-bow) Baby, don't get scared, this was all part of the plan He seen we slid the door back on that van, he ran Red dead, crack his egg (bitch) yeah, yeah Let's see, he can't even run without no legs (come on) Why the fuck he playing? I pop one more Perc', I might go fed, yeah, yeah Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes coming (yeah) All them guns on your IG, you better shake some Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna left some dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah (bow-bow-bow) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna left some dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah I'm off of a lot of drugs in this bitch If he tweaking, I might get to bugging in this shit Fuck is you mugging and shit? (Is you muggin'?) Put a hole in your mouth and dip I can't go out like 2 You know exactly where I live But you ain't gon' shoot up the crib 'Cause Young Beezo get hit, you get killed Nigga know what it is, ayy (y'know what it is) House arrest, I still ran up a mill' Ask me how do I feel, yeah, yeah Blue come out all in the bills, yeah, bitch And I ain't with none of that other shit (none of that other shit) You can call me Killumbus when I hit your block Niggas die every time I discover shit Me and none of the guys on that funny shit We get on dummy, that dummy shit (brr, bow-bow-bow) Hundreds shots in your stomach, cut off the shit And the opps in the crib, they (One-Punch Man?) You better watch who you running with Fifty shots out the Draco, stunning shit Ain't your lil' homie dead? I heard he got shot in the head Don't get buried under him And the streets made for me, who be running them, ayy Foenem ain't gon' leave your crib unless the jakes coming All them guns on your IG, you better shake some Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna left some dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna left some dead Put that burner to his shit, unlock his dreads, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, uh Five-five-six, seven-six-two, we tryna Grrt, boaw-boaw-boaw