Killa

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All white like I'm Mensa I got Teezy in my swisha (Teezzzyyyy)
 I dropped 2 cups in August (2 cups) (2 cups) swear that mixtape too official
 Got 2 of everything 2 watches 2 chains (What!?) and 2 pistols not just 2 pistols (Flex!)
 2 clips (Flex!) too, extendos longer than pencils Fuck you mean (What?)
 I go hard for my team boa fuck you thought (Fuck) nigga I rock designer (Designerrr)Shorty this shit cost
 Ion know what the fuck you bought so you not from over there but you over there (What?)
 You gettin' whacked give a fuck if you lost (Boom! Boom!)
 I done turned into a savage the shit I got taught
 All I hang with is killas I ain't neva got caught my squad go crazy
 I'm with shotty go crazy (Go Crazy) know lil bos folks crazy he be totin' the 380 (Boom! Boom!)
 I dare a nigga try to play me i'ma lay his ass down like he lazy
 Bitch I ain't for none (none) they put a nigga on parole see I couldn't walk around with no gun (What?)
 You can ask bro nem they'll tell you about foe'nem and how them niggas see me and they run (Nigga know)
 Cause they know I got it on me and I can merch on my homie
 I'm used to ridin' round by my lonely but Sheen (Savage) (Savage)just called say he wanna ride with me
 So I put em in the back let em tote the macaroni and that bitch go (Blllllat)
 Semi automatic, it took off a nigga back
 I wish a nigga would try to run up on Pap
 Hell yeah I can fight, but I rather up a strap I rather up a pole on a nigga
 Got a keep a pole on me nigga I'm too known for a nigga
 How you get caught for a pole lil nigga and you home already, lord know you done told on a nigga
 You can catch me on the pole where is cold you can froze lil nigga (It's freezinnnn')
 Need a sweater or a coat lil nigga No sense of humor but if you walk around broke lil nigga
 I laugh at that joke lil nigga which yo funny ass
 Fake ass trues with yo bummy ass
 I done came along way from sellin' dummy bags...
 Now I'm gettin' money nowwww
 Smoking on dope
 I got money I got bitches, Etc
 Bitch I was gettin' caught with this and go felon
 No season this year i'm smokin' on
 Flash keep me up like i'ma rollin' off adderall
 I be bussin' my squad ain't for nothing let my nina talk and she don't like discussion
 A couple face shots, couple shots to his stomach, his brains oozin' out
 That shit look like some vomit somebody get his ass up
 Ambulance picked his ass up he's dead on arrival there's no point in tryin'
 The doctor stitch his ass up or it's over with PBG who i'm rollin' with
 But you already know that shit they pay homage like they owe that shit
 I see you got a gun, you not on shit till you blow that bitch
 If I was a scared man, I'd be dead man, smokin' headband, tryin' get higher than Redman
 Pack so loud I ain't hear what you sayin' man
 You'll never see me down and talkin' to the feds man
 Fuck what a nigga heard PBG be the word I'm just tryna get a check like the 3rd
 Ridin' round with my bitch smokin' herb got 2 twin forties that's the only thing his and hers
 Hell nah I ain't scared I'ma let this bitch blow boa I gave yo bitch back
 Shorty let that shit go yeah I let her suck my dick but I let that bitch know
 Hell yeah I got a bitch so I let my bitch know Cause it's levels to this shit
 Rules, regulations she give me dumb brain like she neva had no education
 You ain't tryna kill none boa I see you hesitating
 Shooting with yo eyes closed, fuck you doin' meditating
 Boa If you scared go to church, read Revelation
 Quick to blow, thank the lord I got better patience
 Niggas know boa I be higher than elevators
 Turn the day you got smoked into a celebration
 Hold on... I be goin' crazy!
 Who the killa nigga?
 Who the killa nigga?
 You ain't no killa nigga
 

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03:23
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120 BPM

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