Killer

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Misty, 656x9908] (Killer) Yeah, I'm a (Killer) Gettin' all these racks everyday Such a (Killer) [Pre-Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] And y'all can't compete with me I got too much income, must be a symptom Of (Killer) syndrome [Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] I'm countin' my racks Twenty-five thousand Fifty thousand Can't count it, too many Yeah but I'm a (Killer) [Verse 1: Young Misty] Got too much money to spend Yeah I'mma spend it up But I don't think I can spend all of it (Yeah) It's too much I be Elon Musk Can't compare me to anyone else, bitch I'm too rich and wealthy for you bitches to talk Diss me bitch, you're just coping Everyone's too envious of me (Yeah) They wanna fuck me up (Woo!) Yeah I can keep burnin' these moneys Fuck is the point? 'Cuz I can throw as many of 'em as possible in the furnace And still gettin' these racks Man I'm never fuckin' broke (Haha!) And y'all can never talk bad against me Look at yourself, bitch, you be envious And you're stupid too, what the fuck is that hairline? Look at yourself before commentin' on me, bitch I'm too rich for these motherfuckers to handle It's funny as fuck Got these moneys up my ass Guess I can call it toilet paper I use 'em to wipe my ass (Haha!) [Pre-Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] And y'all can't compete with me I got too much income, must be a symptom Of (Killer) syndrome [Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] I'm countin' my racks Twenty-five thousand Fifty thousand Can't count it, too many Yeah but I'm a (Killer) [Verse 2: 656x9908] Do me a favor, don't do me no favors These bitches got flavors Yeah we killers, countin' 'em moneys up No it's impossible, we literally can't Two thousand people we hired Couldn't even count the moneys, they too big (Bitch) As big as my dick, for these hoes to suck Yeah we gettin' sexual here But moneys too big, you motherfuckers dont understand You can't grasp the idea of havin' to count this much money But shouldn't come off as a surprise Y'all never had that much money, can't say anythin' Yeah bitch thats what I thought Now take 'em to church I wanna do the session! (What?) Yeah that session, you know what I'm talkin' about (Huh?) Fuck it, you dont understand? I dont give a fuck (Haha!) Money too big, how come they fit? [Pre-Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] And y'all can't compete with me I got too much income, must be a symptom Of (Killer) syndrome [Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] I'm countin' my racks Twenty-five thousand Fifty thousand Can't count it, too many Yeah but I'm a (Killer) [Verse 3: choconvana] I was born into this world to murder beats This one I will easily slaughter Ain't no way anybody can convince me otherwise They just bitches hoes who's just too jealous (Yeah) Too envious of me, eh? Yeah that's what I thought, bitch Gettin' back murderin' beats Nobody stoppin' me bitch Yeah that's right, y'all hoes never gon' stop me Challenge me to a fight? Your weak hearts I rip I stomp on it, spit on it, lick it like liquor (Mmm) If you want me to murder this beat then I will I'mma slaughter this beat so hard You can never compete with me, well no shit Y'all can't even slap a worm Let alone takin' my throne, you delusional Yeah, I don't think I can stop it (Yeah) I can't stop slaughterin' beats, help me (Hm) Bitches tryna cancel me Like how they do to Ribs (What?) These cancel culture hoes, them weak hearts I rip (Yeah) Smallpox, small box Don't got no fox Eradication through my ejaculation (Haha!) I dress so fresh so clean Bitches wanna bag me so bad Come get it, it's not contagious though (Yeah) And I'll continue slaughterin' beats 'Till the very last breath leaves my lungs! (Woo!) [Pre-Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] And y'all can't compete with me I got too much income, must be a symptom Of (Killer) syndrome [Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] I'm countin' my racks Twenty-five thousand Fifty thousand Can't count it, too many Yeah but I'm a (Killer) [Verse 4: baohanhmc] Get out the way, yo Get out the way, yo Cancel culture hoes' hearts just stopped Doctors shocked them back to life But they boutta be relapsed any minute (Woo!) Their hearts just stopped again, oh no Doctors shocked them back to life again But they keep relapsin', what's happenin'? Oh right, cancel culture are weak ass hoes Bitch-made ass faggots! (Haha!) You can't convince me otherwise when I say Cancel culture's a bitch! A shit! A dick! A- (Stop!) I spit crazy bars, crazy facts at the same time No one denyin', I got too much dimes Countin' 'em up? That's impossible man Too many dimes, too many rhymes Can't even comprehend, let alone represent Yeah Want some smoke? You lil' dork? What? You want some? Come get it (Huh?) Yeah, get it with me, come at me! (Do it!) Scared? That's right That's what I thought, bitch See? You can never compete with me You can never compete with us, you hoes! Fuck all of you bitches I'd rather do what Ribs told her fanbase to do Than seein' y'all faces Since I know damn well (What?) If I do, I'mma need some bleach Not just some bleach But all the motherfuckin' bleach in the world! (Woo!) [Pre-Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] And y'all can't compete with me I got too much income, must be a symptom Of (Killer) syndrome [Chorus: Young Misty, 656x9908] I'm countin' my racks Twenty-five thousand Fifty thousand Can't count it, too many Yeah but I'm a (Killer) [Post-Chorus: Young Misty & 656x9908] Yeah, I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?), I'm a (What?) I'm a (Killer) [Outro: Young Misty, 656x9908, choconvana & baohanhmc] Yeah, haha! We murdered these bitches so bad, can't lie No lie, that was the damn truth! (Haha!) Doctors shocked those bitches twice, still doesn't work! Haha! These motherfuckers can't even compare us bro, I swear to god We're superior, bitch! Haha! Thank you for coming out! Peace!