It's Killa
If you ain't got a strap, bro
Better go and get one
Cause niggas don't scrap no more
They bustin' they guns
Don't get caught slippin
Keep one in the head
Niggas out tryna chip shit
And put one in your head
Give a f*ck if it's broad day or late night
My niggas out lurkin
Hollow point and 223's what we serving
F*ck callin' police, call the coroner cause he's murdered
Make a go for me and go play in his funeral service
That's why I keep the drake or the mac up on me
Whole lotta shells like macaroni
And I'm quick to squeeze, better back up homie
For this bullet to your chest and your back up homie
The last nigga tried me, wanted to fight but I had my gun
Shots fired and then he died in front his son
Nigga I don't give a f*ck
When it's up it's up
Nigga I'm gon' bust
And that's on BHLOODS
These streets tricky, better keep a blicky
Don't be stupid nigga
And if you pack a blicky, don't act Micky
Shoot it nigga
It's kill or be killed
When you from where I'm from
And it is what it is
When it's all said and done
And the nigga won't know when it's that time
Better keep that gun
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
It's kill or be killed
When it's all said and done
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
Cause you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
And you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
They call me a KILLA
Cause nigga I kill ya
Touch one of my kids
I kill all of yo children
My hitters be drilling
But not like no handyman
Slide through spilling shit
Out the sliding doors of a family van
And these all facts
This no rap cap
If I whip out the strap
You getting victory slapped.
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It's Killa
If you ain't got a strap, bro
Better go and get one
Cause niggas don't scrap no more
They bustin' they guns
Don't get caught slippin
Keep one in the head
Niggas out tryna chip shit
And put one in your head
Give a f*ck if it's broad day or late night
My niggas out lurkin
Hollow point and 223's what we serving
F*ck callin' police, call the coroner cause he's murdered
Make a go for me and go play in his funeral service
That's why I keep the drake or the mac up on me
Whole lotta shells like macaroni
And I'm quick to squeeze, better back up homie
For this bullet to your chest and your back up homie
The last nigga tried me, wanted to fight but I had my gun
Shots fired and then he died in front his son
Nigga I don't give a f*ck
When it's up it's up
Nigga I'm gon' bust
And that's on BHLOODS
These streets tricky, better keep a blicky
Don't be stupid nigga
And if you pack a blicky, don't act Micky
Shoot it nigga
It's kill or be killed
When you from where I'm from
And it is what it is
When it's all said and done
And the nigga won't know when it's that time
Better keep that gun
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
It's kill or be killed
When it's all said and done
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
Cause you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
And you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
They call me a KILLA
Cause nigga I kill ya
Touch one of my kids
I kill all of yo children
My hitters be drilling
But not like no handyman
Slide through spilling shit
Out the sliding doors of a family van
And these all facts
This no rap cap
If I whip out the strap
You getting victory slapped.
If you ain't got a strap, bro
Better go and get one
Cause niggas don't scrap no more
They bustin' they guns
Don't get caught slippin
Keep one in the head
Niggas out tryna chip shit
And put one in your head
Give a f*ck if it's broad day or late night
My niggas out lurkin
Hollow point and 223's what we serving
F*ck callin' police, call the coroner cause he's murdered
Make a go for me and go play in his funeral service
That's why I keep the drake or the mac up on me
Whole lotta shells like macaroni
And I'm quick to squeeze, better back up homie
For this bullet to your chest and your back up homie
The last nigga tried me, wanted to fight but I had my gun
Shots fired and then he died in front his son
Nigga I don't give a f*ck
When it's up it's up
Nigga I'm gon' bust
And that's on BHLOODS
These streets tricky, better keep a blicky
Don't be stupid nigga
And if you pack a blicky, don't act Micky
Shoot it nigga
It's kill or be killed
When you from where I'm from
And it is what it is
When it's all said and done
And the nigga won't know when it's that time
Better keep that gun
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
It's kill or be killed
When it's all said and done
And you gotta keep one inside the head in case they come
Cause you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
And you'll be dumb if you don't got it better run
They call me a KILLA
Cause nigga I kill ya
Touch one of my kids
I kill all of yo children
My hitters be drilling
But not like no handyman
Slide through spilling shit
Out the sliding doors of a family van
And these all facts
This no rap cap
If I whip out the strap
You getting victory slapped.
Writer: Antoine Powns
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid