Killuminati (feat. Foreign Teck)

Everything Foreign, haha
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 Through his body, rip through his body, oh (Ayy), oh, ayy (Blatt)
 Ayy, ayy (Blatt)
 Ayy, ayy, ayy (Double R, pullin' up)
 Ayy, ayy (Slidin')
 Ayy, you gotta really listen to this, for real, ayy
 I was down on my dick, tryna run me up a check
 Got the Glock 26, I'm tryna trade it for a TEC
 Shorty all on my dick, said she tryna give me neck
 But she fuckin' the crew, yeah, she wanna have sex
 Got a hundred round extension on that motherfuckin' thing
 If you run up on me wrong, we gotta let the Ruger bang
 If you run up on the gang, we gotta let the Ruger slang
 And you know we tryna get it, gotta get it out of there
 I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
 Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
 Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew
 We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s
 Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop
 I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow
 Prayed to God I don't die, prayed to God, wow
 Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow
 Okay, ooh, she a goddess, we got racks in them pockets
 She gon' fuck on the crew, we got dope in the lot
 I'ma go get the money, we ain't fuckin' with molly
 And my young nigga trippin', he say he just caught a body
 Ride that dick, Maserati, ride that dick, Kawasaki
 If you get it, I'm fly, we do not need a pilot
 If you wanna get money, gotta get the deposit
 Gotta run up that check, even if it come to robbin'
 Even if it come to stealin', killin' or drug dealin'
 We gotta run up the sack, I'm tryna get to a milli'
 She wanna fuck on the crew, she tryna fuck on civilians
 I'm tryna get this money, don't give a fuck 'bout these children
 We gettin' a hundred racks, hundred racks on the daily
 I'm tryna get it, no Beyonce and no Jay-Z
 But I wanna be in that billionaire side of the world
 And I'ma buy your yellowbone diamonds with the world
 I was down on my dick, tryna hit another lick
 Gave a fuck 'bout a opp, we tryna up that other Blick
 Tryna air it out if they fuckin' with the crew
 We ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause them 7.62s
 Tryna rip through his body, rip through his body, pop
 I am not 'lluminati, no, 'lluminati, wow
 Prayed to God I don't die, prayed to God, wow
 Prayed to God and I got it, I got a goddess, wow
 Loaded on that oil, oh
 Diamonds yellow, white, and they drippin' like snow (Woah)
 I ain't even gotta have no jewelry on to fuck 'em (Blatt)
 I ain't even gotta have no pistol just to tuck 'em (Bitch)
 I'ma get this money, I'm a slimy motherfucker (Oh)
 Don't play 'round, we'll chime in, motherfucker (Oh)
 And you know we come in perfect timin', motherfucker (Oh)
 I'm a grimy motherfucker, I'm a grimy motherfucker (Blatt)