Kill Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] (This is a L beat, aw man) It's time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets Ayy, Bibby, let's kill shit, broski What you wanna do? It's whatever, man, just go on ahead and rip that shit I'ma come around and clean that shit up Let's get it [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized 150, I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man 'round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it Lil Bibby on the track with me One mistake and he clap fifty When I hit the scene hoes go insane 'Cause they know a nigga got them racks with me No velcro, but the strap with me Let a nigga wanna act silly I'ma let it off and then leave him there Ride off and don't even care Bitch, I cash out 'til I pass out Got a couple Trues I don't even wear In the game, bitch, I do my thang Hoes scream my name, I ain't even there Lil Herb, boy, I do's this Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit And I make bands like I make friends Bought some Ray-Bans on some cool shit But now it's back to some killer shit Got some wild hoes that'll drill a bitch Yeah, it's No Limit, thirty years runnin' Thirty years gunnin' and we still the shit I never run 'cause I stay to fight I'll cook a nigga like steak and rice And it's hella real in the battlefield Gangbang, gotta pay the price Hit a nigga with the forty-fifth Bet it make his ass do forty flips M.O.B., I don't love a ho I'ma be this way 'til I'm forty-six Matter of fact 'til a nigga die Smoke kush blunts 'til a nigga cry And I never feed off another man 'Cause I understand how a nigga lie Never snitch on a nigga dry Yeah, that's how a nigga die Got a yellow bitch in the passenger She gon' suck and fuck if I get her high If I do the dash, then my whip'll fly Foreign shit what a nigga ride I ain't never snoozin', let a nigga try Got the nine Ruger on a nigga side [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Lil Bibby, No Limit Yeah, I'm all about that sack, bitch My young niggas, they clap shit Let the MAC spit, we whack shit Weezy in that cut With that Nina, that's that black bitch Rico wanna get 'em I'm like, "Cuz, man, I got this" Shootin' shit, hittin' shit, four-five extended clip Y'all be on that snitchin' shit and y'all know what snitches get No Limit shit, we with the shits, I'm focused on gettin' rich M.O.B., forget a bitch right after I hit the bitch Like point me to the kitchen, bitch, I be water whippin' shit Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it with the fork Straight drop, no shorts, shooters on and off the court Shoot a nigga off his porch, turn a nigga to a corpse Yeah, I'm 'bout that, rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin'? I doubt that 'Cause I never leave without that And that's real shit Got real hitters, they kill shit You fuck around, hit the kill switch These hollow tips, you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich 'Cause my mama said I wouldn't be shit Nobody never gave me shit Like, "Bibby, hop on this remix" That's five hundred, no free shit 'Cause I'm hot and I do this shit for my block I got thirty off in that Glock, have my Nina give you top Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop, R.I.P. Roc Catch a few opps, send a few shots Might hit a few blocks, fuck a few thots I need ten mill', might seem like a lot But I spit straight drop, so it's really not My team gon' eat, R.I.P. the police Fake niggas don't speak, cop killers in the heat Catch me in the streets, shout out to broski Damn