Yeah
Killah Toni
You got a demon on ya shoulder I see mine in the mirror (in the mirror)
Way I break a bitch spine shoulda made it my career (my career)
She gon do a couple lines hit that 3 Britney Spears
Imma toxic motherf*cker wonder why I'm still here
The good die young so I ride with no fear (no fear)
The hood guy stood while y'all fold beach chair (damn)
Wish a motherf*cker would got a genie in the air (in the air)
You can't see me should get better gear
F*ck what you talking about if you ain't counting up chicken (f*ck it)
OT 519 still Straight Tripping (straight tripping)
Rest in peace Tha Jesta dawg my life been different (RIP)
Swear I smoke up a pound every-time I miss him (ahh)
So much pain in my bones say I need therapy
Thoughts all my own ain't nobody rare as me
Chasing the throne gotta move carefully
Already met the devil dawg you ain't scaring me (nah)
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I'm taking trips out of state, I'm a monster
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And f*ck an opp, stupid bitch, don't get popped up
Out of state with 4-5, I'm a monster
Call the chopper, Red Bull, give a nigga wings
Nina hitting high notes like Alicia Keys
I don't keep no ID, bitch, I keep a skis
You can tell she's a dick sucker, just look at her knees
I'm a dawg, I'm a playa, I'm a papa
Know y'all need me, but still hop out with the rockets
Bitch, I bang and own the motherf*ckin' mafia
Killah Toni hopping out with killers known for poppin' stuff
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I do trips with this chop, I'm a monster
Tell that boy he don't scream me with that raw raw
Hopping out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And the opps getting smoked like Zaza
Southeast to the death, I'm a monster
You heard they getting smoked damn that's a tragedy
Up in a big body Benz when we run from the police
We get it done with a gun and we do this shit for fun
Let a sucka try to test me he gon die for tryna run
Dawg I'm all about a bag I don't listen to no bitches
Grew up with a cold heart coming out the f*cking trenches
Listen hoes we got plenty it feel wrong if I don't share
I don't duck smoke inhale it who the f*ck you tryna scare
Break a pipe on his momma now she calling me a plumber
You think you goin dumb on the mic we going dumber
My name coming up now these bitches want my number
Get this choppa goin crazy we gon turn him to a runner
Got him six feet deep down gun soundin like some thunder
That's what happens when you playing killer season when it's summer
I'm always stayin humble cause I came up out the gutter
Yo bitch a f*ckin hoe she got her legs spread like some butter
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English
Yeah
Killah Toni
You got a demon on ya shoulder I see mine in the mirror (in the mirror)
Way I break a bitch spine shoulda made it my career (my career)
She gon do a couple lines hit that 3 Britney Spears
Imma toxic motherf*cker wonder why I'm still here
The good die young so I ride with no fear (no fear)
The hood guy stood while y'all fold beach chair (damn)
Wish a motherf*cker would got a genie in the air (in the air)
You can't see me should get better gear
F*ck what you talking about if you ain't counting up chicken (f*ck it)
OT 519 still Straight Tripping (straight tripping)
Rest in peace Tha Jesta dawg my life been different (RIP)
Swear I smoke up a pound every-time I miss him (ahh)
So much pain in my bones say I need therapy
Thoughts all my own ain't nobody rare as me
Chasing the throne gotta move carefully
Already met the devil dawg you ain't scaring me (nah)
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I'm taking trips out of state, I'm a monster
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And f*ck an opp, stupid bitch, don't get popped up
Out of state with 4-5, I'm a monster
Call the chopper, Red Bull, give a nigga wings
Nina hitting high notes like Alicia Keys
I don't keep no ID, bitch, I keep a skis
You can tell she's a dick sucker, just look at her knees
I'm a dawg, I'm a playa, I'm a papa
Know y'all need me, but still hop out with the rockets
Bitch, I bang and own the motherf*ckin' mafia
Killah Toni hopping out with killers known for poppin' stuff
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I do trips with this chop, I'm a monster
Tell that boy he don't scream me with that raw raw
Hopping out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And the opps getting smoked like Zaza
Southeast to the death, I'm a monster
You heard they getting smoked damn that's a tragedy
Up in a big body Benz when we run from the police
We get it done with a gun and we do this shit for fun
Let a sucka try to test me he gon die for tryna run
Dawg I'm all about a bag I don't listen to no bitches
Grew up with a cold heart coming out the f*cking trenches
Listen hoes we got plenty it feel wrong if I don't share
I don't duck smoke inhale it who the f*ck you tryna scare
Break a pipe on his momma now she calling me a plumber
You think you goin dumb on the mic we going dumber
My name coming up now these bitches want my number
Get this choppa goin crazy we gon turn him to a runner
Got him six feet deep down gun soundin like some thunder
That's what happens when you playing killer season when it's summer
I'm always stayin humble cause I came up out the gutter
Yo bitch a f*ckin hoe she got her legs spread like some butter
Killah Toni
You got a demon on ya shoulder I see mine in the mirror (in the mirror)
Way I break a bitch spine shoulda made it my career (my career)
She gon do a couple lines hit that 3 Britney Spears
Imma toxic motherf*cker wonder why I'm still here
The good die young so I ride with no fear (no fear)
The hood guy stood while y'all fold beach chair (damn)
Wish a motherf*cker would got a genie in the air (in the air)
You can't see me should get better gear
F*ck what you talking about if you ain't counting up chicken (f*ck it)
OT 519 still Straight Tripping (straight tripping)
Rest in peace Tha Jesta dawg my life been different (RIP)
Swear I smoke up a pound every-time I miss him (ahh)
So much pain in my bones say I need therapy
Thoughts all my own ain't nobody rare as me
Chasing the throne gotta move carefully
Already met the devil dawg you ain't scaring me (nah)
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I'm taking trips out of state, I'm a monster
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And f*ck an opp, stupid bitch, don't get popped up
Out of state with 4-5, I'm a monster
Call the chopper, Red Bull, give a nigga wings
Nina hitting high notes like Alicia Keys
I don't keep no ID, bitch, I keep a skis
You can tell she's a dick sucker, just look at her knees
I'm a dawg, I'm a playa, I'm a papa
Know y'all need me, but still hop out with the rockets
Bitch, I bang and own the motherf*ckin' mafia
Killah Toni hopping out with killers known for poppin' stuff
Look, you ain't scaring me, with doing all that raw raw
Hop out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
All the opps getting smoked like Zaza
I do trips with this chop, I'm a monster
Tell that boy he don't scream me with that raw raw
Hopping out with 50 shots, Imma shotta
And the opps getting smoked like Zaza
Southeast to the death, I'm a monster
You heard they getting smoked damn that's a tragedy
Up in a big body Benz when we run from the police
We get it done with a gun and we do this shit for fun
Let a sucka try to test me he gon die for tryna run
Dawg I'm all about a bag I don't listen to no bitches
Grew up with a cold heart coming out the f*cking trenches
Listen hoes we got plenty it feel wrong if I don't share
I don't duck smoke inhale it who the f*ck you tryna scare
Break a pipe on his momma now she calling me a plumber
You think you goin dumb on the mic we going dumber
My name coming up now these bitches want my number
Get this choppa goin crazy we gon turn him to a runner
Got him six feet deep down gun soundin like some thunder
That's what happens when you playing killer season when it's summer
I'm always stayin humble cause I came up out the gutter
Yo bitch a f*ckin hoe she got her legs spread like some butter
Writer: Neil White
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid