Killer (feat. Tommygunn & Lambo)

Nah, we ain't tryna go rounds in this bitch

Young **** holdin' rounds in they clip

**** got a whole thang in my book bag

Better slow down in my whip

Pussy **** talkin' behind on my back

When you in my face, **** gon' play bitch

Won't say shit

Bitch, **** feel like you ten foot tall

I'll make you four foot six

yeah All my **** slag ' Yola

Get a bowl, then I make my quota

Hit a three, then I shrug my shoulders

**** tryna snake me, turn into a cobra

Pussy **** run up and get wet up

Keep a super soaker in my sofa She done pulled up and got wet up

She done super soaked my sofa She done came in with her head straight

She leavin out this bitch loca

Bitch, I smoke like I'm a rasta

That Cali shit so potent

Stay focused on my profit

Gettin' bread like I'm supposed ta Shorty mad at me cause I blew her up

Just to hit her once and then ghost her

Run it up, I need the extra feet

Block is hot but cold up in the streets

Mama told me never let em see

And if they do, then never let em speak

Daddy gone, baby gotta eat

Lil' mama bout to shake it for a G The life you live, the life they get to see

So I been breakin' **** tendencies, woah

It's not even worth for real

I'm lyrically worth a mil

You not even worth the kill

But if you want smoke its still

Fuck whoever this that huntin' weather I can really show you how this hurt and feel

Trauma resurf for real

I probably need church for real

oh me, oh my

smoke weed, I'm high

They gassin' him up He think he King Tuck

Till he run into the fee-fo-fi

ain't many too high

Over me and mine

When it come to the 9-8-9

When it rains, it shines

If you look, you'll find

That you fuckin' with a

Killer

The world in my face

And I can't get away

I run from my woes

Gun in my waist,

I lived in a trap

Where anything goes

My enemies close

My energy's cold

Im mentally ghost

Don't know what he on

Don't come at me wrong

I'm already known for doin' the most

My trigger explodes

You don't want no smoke

You catch a contact

You won't leave intact Pray

I don't react

I just adapt wherever I'm at

Prepare for the worst

My safety is off

don't get on my nerves

I find release

In chasin' my X

Man I just won't learn

Painfully toxic' touchin' the fire Developed a taste for the way that it burn

In love with the game

And when it gets strange

Then we levitate from a magical herb

Like why I say that, man, I got a habit

Of over-explaining my practical world

What I observe

Life is absurd

But I'm just a victim of how it occured

To whom it concerns

No one can stop you from always exceeding the value you're worth

That's for the bitches that I may have treated like they wasn't shit when they actually was

If we bein' honest, the way that I fuck

You should be lucky you got you a turn

And that's on my word

But turn up the verse

Punish a rapper, throw trash at their hearse

I'm petty as fuck Bitch, this Earth

Reason to rub a bitch face in the dirt