Killa

Lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Ah, yeah This goes out for all y'all motherfuckin' players All y'all lame-ass niggas Player hatin'-ass bitches Gon get y'all ass stuck up, keep on fuckin' with a real nigga, know what I'm sayin' I've finna do this shit like this, right here For all y'all rich ass niggas 'Cause a broke motherfucker gon' gake care of his business, know what I'm sayin' Yeah, my nigga Lil' Sko in the house Yeah, we finna drop this shit down, like this right here, know what I'm sayin It's like this, right here, bitch [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Hangin' by the bushes on the track 'cause they don't see, I stoop Down, while my bitch sweat this nigga in a Lexus coupe What he don't know, won't hurt 'em, just to scarе the trick Get yo' ass out the fuckin' car bеfore I shoot you, bitch Lay 'em on the curb, 'cause this one it's just a trick or treat Stuck up my ho too, just to make the shit look real sweet Then I jump in his coupe, dropped out my Hooptie, then I scoop my ho Just a small plan that'll take care when I'm goin' broke Deep in the Wood, up to no good, twelve gauge in my trunk High off the skunk make me anxiously to shoot my pump Everybody for they self, I ain't sharin' shit, you see Take your own charge, 'cause I'm snitchin' if they thinks it's me Niggas they thinkin' I'm trippin', I'm breakin' bad faster than you can imagine I'm keepin' my mask in my pocket to dodge all the police, I'll jump in the trash can Lizzame, clizzick, tizzo mizzouth, trizzunk is trizzil 'Til the shit cool out quick, I'm up on that mission, bitch [Chorus] Blaow, on God, we doin' this right— Blaow-blaow, on God, we doin' this right— Blaow, on God, we doin'— Blaow, on God, we doin'— (Blaow, blaow, blaow) Blaow, on God, we doin'— [Verse 2: Lil Sko] This is a robbery, don't make this to no murder, fool Just do what I say and everythin' will stay cool Lay face down on the ground do not make a sound Load up my tone, for a motherfuckin' extra round Tie up the guards and leave 'em in the back room There'll be no witnesses, 'cause that's what I assume Where is the combination to the fuckin' safe? And all that extra cheese, that you hidin' in a safe place Call off the cops and keep the helicopter comin' Meet my demands and commands, or I'm gunnin' Bitches first, niggas last, when I blast As I was cappin', cops busted in fast I want my body full of lead when they bury me I want tone right beside me when they carry me That just a go to show you cops got it sowed up I was a victim in my own fuckin' hold up [Chorus] Blaow, on God, we doin' this right— Blaow-blaow, on God, we doin' this right— Blaow, on God, we doin'— Bla-blaow, on God, we doin'— (Blaow, blaow, blaow) [Interlude] They call me Hitler Goin' in to rob this store Ayy, everythin' tell me, right now They call me Hitler [Verse 3: Lil Gin] Rollin' in my pimpin' ain't no tellin', what I'm finna do My beeper, just start beepin', so I'm takin' a risk to drop off two Keys in my lap, just in case these niggas stangin' I'm strapped, bitch, don't trip 'Cause I'm equipped with that pistol grip Rollin' down the highway, on my way I'm drinkin' Alizé Sprayin' that cherry spray, I'm blowin' my heater while I'm cheifin' hay Made it to my designation, then I grip my cellular Nigga, where your ass at? Then I load my fuckin' gat Lookin' through my rearview, then a shawty pulled up, thats the man Steppin' out the car kinda slow, with a briefcase in his hand The money that he pulled out was all crispy, when he opened it Once I reach, then I see niggas out of nowhere with them TEC's Thinkin' kinda fast but reachin' slow to grip my fuckin' gun Soon as I open my trench Boom, boom, boom, to my fuckin' arm That let's you know, not to go out like no sucker 'Cause when you dealin' dope somebody else is on they fuckin' hustle