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Ayyyyye And I ain’t worried about none of ya niggas
I’m stroking the right thing
Bending the right corners
Doing it ridiculous fucking with me
Act like you ain’t catch that
I do I do you just stepped out already know I do
Assuming I’m cool I am ridiculous
Just stepped out I’m already upset
Tripping off some icp type shit
Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer
You don’t want that
Already could feel that
Put a beam on it
Feel my greatness
I bust up
Feel my heat
Heavy metal in the mouth
Pistol whip to the head
Hole in your throats
Coming at your necks
Couple bullets to the head
I’m not trying to kill you I want to rebuild you
Pick you up drop the world on you
Cut your friend
Split these wigs
Kill
Tell them all what i came to do
Murder was the case that they gave me
Get me some bodies tonight
Body bagged throwed on the street
Beat down layed out with the burner on the floor and a pillow case
Stabbed in the back and shot up
Let loose with no top shoot a nigga face off
Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer
Extra clip
Burner on the hip
Wave it around you know i’m the shit
With the shit
Like i was swanging
Off the shits
I’m giving a toast
To the real niggas
Try to rip me
Swear to god my pistol work
Kill it like you adorned
Spit venom at you and get beat down
Pistol pull it i’m unleashed ask jack Baudelaire
Cool fool with it move nigga show you what to do with her
I got good aim nigga
Hold it tight get a grip on it
And emptied the clip
Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer Killer

Shit i’m on make the world move in slow mo

Off the shits go hot like if you trynna
Cop a lb show you that a joint can fit too much weed like i’m stroking the right thing
Rolling one when I’m smoking one
Only fuck with indica fuck sativa
Go hard your bitch wanna flip me
Like always worried about the wrong things
I’ll do anything
Whats your hair dress
Not favorite but a good color you might like
No reason just thinking about the shit we got in common you never loved me if you fuck around I’m calling the police
I wish that I can tell you
I’m sry I mean it so sincerely

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