Kill Bill

Lyrics
[Intro] Brrt Ayy, we on that They got me sleep Nigga Mix the bean with, mix the bean with [Verse] Mix the bean with the lean, this shit got me sleepwakin' Is you coppin' or you not? And quit with all that cheap talkin' Fuck a check up in like thirty seconds, nigga, I'm speed ballin' You can tell you don't get no cheese often or don't meet bosses Rockin' Carti, ridin' in the whip on offsets Got the head and dogged her from the back, now I'm off that My next CD, I'll probably get a million off rap Until then, I'm droppin' bags off at the trap Louis that, Gucci that, brand new Prada bucket hat I ain't never seen that in the store, what the fuck is that? If I was you, I'd grab all my jewelry and go take it back And smack your jeweler right in his shit for even makin' that Ayy, nigga, my chain got VS We ridin' low today, we got the 'bows in the Prius Niggas hatin' on us, but deep down, they wanna be us Nigga, to wash all this fuckin' money, you need the cleaners, nigga Hate bein' broke, that's a motherfuckin' wack feeling Me, I gotta have them hundreds stacked up to the ceiling It's dark as hell outside, but you still see the ice hitting That shit be dancing, shit be glowing like it got lights in it If you know B and you know Nick, it's a price difference Bro ride around with two straps like some dyke bitches .308 got a scope and a beam, I don't fight, nigga She told me she wanna rap, I pulled my mic out and she got to spittin' School of hard knocks, I got perfect attendance (A's) Soon as we get the drop, we gon' spin 'til we get him (For real) Ridin' in the drop with no top, where the roof? No receipts on them blocks, where they at? Where the proof? Rick Owens shoes, and I mix it with Celine My bitch got on double C's, I'm a codeine fiend My eyes look Japanese, smokin' out a pound of Cream Team Eighteen-hour drive to hit the town, made a hundred G's Hoppin' off the train, man, I'ma take the bus back I don't like to go around my niggas 'cause they like, "Fuck rap" Grab a Sprite, pop a seal, nigga, where the cups at? Got on a plain white tee, the denim two racks
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Credits
- Writers
- G.T.