Killer

Killer
 Yeah, it's crazy, I'm a (killer)
 Made all this money from doin' this
 D.A. got that dope
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
 That's what I do with money, got money up the ass
 Call it toilet paper, yeah, flushed with cash
 Girl, nice butt, is it up for grabs?
 Just wanna touch your ass, is that too much to ask? Yeah
 I made it grip, I know it's tough to grasp, get the bag
 Call it potato chips, I stuff in duffel bags
 On some public transportation shit, 'cause I will bust your ass
 Fuck the chain, I'm off the trailer hitch, I got a bunch of swag
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
 Yeah, I'm a (killer)
 Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)
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 Yeah, look, yeah
 My income is all that and then some
 Girl, your man is nincompoop, a symptom
 Of a simp 'cause he'll spend some loot to get some
 As for me, I'm like Kim Jong-Un, a pimp, son
 Swag dripping, I'm in a pub
 Went up to this chick, who was so tipsy, we went to hug
 Ended up tripping, I picked her up
 She yelled out it's her birthday
 She's fifty and in the club
 Then it comes on (yeah), that "In da Club" song (yeah)
 She's a buzzsaw (what?), we goin' numbskull (uh)
 I live on the edge, she's a jump off (yeah)
 Call her Cinderella (why?), she loves balls (oh)
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
 Yeah, I'm a (killer)
 Attack like the Ripper
 All over the track doin' laps like a stripper
 Now (now), now (now), we'll vow (vow) it out (out)
 Rap circles around ('round), surround sound (Sound)
 John Rambo's back and my ammo stacked
 And I'm cocking raps, I'm on your head
 Other words, I'm stocking caps and I'm talking facts
 Like OfficeMax
 Never down, I'll be up like an insomniac
 Girl, I got racks you gotta rack
 How you got all that back and no body fat
 I'm in awe with that
 When I stop the Pontiac at the laundry mat that I saw you at
 You almost had a heart attack when you met Cardiac
 You ran inside, told your boyfriend like, "I'll be back"
 But for all you know I probably act like I'm Daniel Wozniak
 I'm a psycho-chopathic killer
 I'm a cap peeler, caterpillar
 With the botanic of bananas you ain't never heard
 Better vernacular comin' after your scapular
 For the lack of a better word Dracula
 'Cause I'm attackin' a rapper in the phrenic nerve
 I'm a savage back, put the dagger in the back of competitors
 Predator and scavenger
 I am a carnivore and a baller, you're at the dollar store
 What the fuck you got a wallet for? Y'all are poor
 I was livin' in squalor but uh-uh, not no more
 Now I'm the one they holla for
 Fuckin' shit up like a dinosaur in a China store
 Bitch, I'm number five (what?), minus four (haha)
 Now count it, five, ten, yeah, fifteen, twenty
 Twenty-five, thirty, yeah, get the money
 Throw it in the furnace, yeah, this shit be funny
 Earn it just to burn it, swag drippin' from me
 Yeah, I'm a (killer)
 Yeah, I'm a (what?), I'm a (what?), I'm a (killer)
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