KOTA

Hey, hey
 Born to kill for this shit, ay
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
 I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
 My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
 Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
 It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
 All gas, no brakes, pop off, propane
 White girl, cocaine, caked up nose rangs, uh
 I remember chillin', doin' hoodrat shit with friends
 These niggas my children, I don't wanna make amends
 Underground Underdogs finna pop shit like confetti
 Locked and load, we set it off, I had to get my blicky ready
 Ho, before I die, I hope that I can reach a million subs
 You and I, our lives are really fuckin' juxtaposed
 That bitch been obsessed with me, to me, she just a stupid ho
 Always tryna call a nigga on a bunch of different phones
 I'm with Shwinnis, not Joe Biden
 Fuck that ho, she lyin'
 Keep that pipe on me, got iron
 He got canceled, that boy lyin'
 Oops, I just put the juice in my veins, I'm not Bruce
 I just feel like Bane, put the pain in the booth
 Suicide Cobain, blow my brains out the roof
 She a freak, tie her up, she got turned on by the noose
 I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
 My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
 Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
 It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
 I was sixteen, I was sellin' that dope
 Night job shift, had me wipin' those floors
 I was sellin' them eighths in the middle of my break
 Got a lot on my plate, but you know how it go
 She said it's fate, I said, "Like, baby, I'm feelin' the same way, but look at the odds"
 She wanna play, I just want vacays and couple of babies [?]
 I need my plate, I keep my family locked and I'm lovin' my girl, no menages
 Push came to shove and that shit was just whoopin' my ass, now I'm tryna push shit just to start
 Pushin' that shit 'til this limit, my limit been limitless
 Just cop me the stimulus
 I be running away, but I cannot get into that (Shh, hush)
 So, baby, cut into this
 Thirty in my 40, I got two, them jawns akimbo
 Caught your homie goin' in his crib, then turned him to indo
 K clip curl look nice as fuck when spittin' out my window
 Twenty nickels hit his face, now they keep askin', "Where his sense go?"
 Blood all on his kinfolk, oops, it's on a lil' opp bitch
 Known for catchin' fades with everybody, 'cause I don't got picks
 Eli Manning with the package, known to make rock flip
 Shwinny pull up from a distance, no Ben Simmons, I will not miss (Shh)
 I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
 I'm somethin' like a role model, I feel like Uncle Phil (Yuh)
 I just popped a pill, I'll let you know how I feel
 Bitch, I'm spinnin' like Yoshimitsu, I'm drinkin' like I had gills
 Back pockets stuffed with bills, got me dancin' like Eddy Gordo
 Strippers beggin' me for photos 'cause I look so fuckin' gorgeous (Yuh)
 She sucked my dick and now she feel like she important
 Yeah, my whip imported, bitch, you know I could afford it
 I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
 My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
 Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
 It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
 Shit, like, for real
 Let's go
 Fuck 'bout what you heard, yeah
 Strip