Killas -a working title- Lyrics

I got killers that wanna ride around with me YEA

Diabolical bout me is how they be

So I tell I don't do this just for me YEA

Hold up

Lemme catch a vibe and violate the beat

Don't be surprised if you catch em out in the street YEA

Be surprised if they ain't getting to cheese

So I ain't saying that you need to be like me YEA

But bitch you better jump and get up on your feet

I got niggas moving

I got bitches moving

I got money moving

bitch I just been grooving

Don't be acting stupid

That be why you losing

I got money moving

All my niggas getting cake

And all my bitches ruthless

Giving a fuck bout what they saying is something I'm not doing

Shawty trying to get my name cause she know Baity's do it

Don't be reaching for my chain my boy

That's fucking stupid

I tell em fall back killer

Cause you're not that Nigga

Getting tall stacks nigga

Bitch I'm all that Nigga

Talking big bag getter

Talking big facts spitter

Talking wrist that glisten

Talking bitch that listen

Talking keep that Smithen

Li bitch keep that kitten

I do not want your love

I do not want your kisses

I might take some that neck

Before you get out of the whip

I gets paid in my respect

And I want my chips with dip

Don't got time for the fake smiles

I just been cruising through the mountains

Confused on who they doubting

They snooze on me they wylin

Shame she cool with the lying

The loosing team isn't where I is

Money stacks I will just heighten

Make moves on me you be dying cause

I got killers that wanna ride around with me YEA

Diabolical about me is how they be

So I tell I don't do this just for me YEA

Hold up

Lemme catch a vibe and violate the beat

Don't be surprised if you catch em out in the street YEA

Be surprised if he ain't getting to cheese

So I ain't saying that you need to be like me YEA

But bitch you better jump and get up on your feet

I'm water wet my neck is dripping

Faucet flow what I been giving

Awesome dope and cold no shivering

Got no chill but always chillin

I copped a feel but ain't caught feelings

I'm a villain rob you of you Shillings

Lord forgive him he been living wicked

Good lawd

This hoe is gon get it

Wan take a photo with me in it

Hop up in the coupe let's spin it

Forced to fight my demons I'm winning

Forty-five Glock bussin' mittens

Four to five sluts bussin' that kitten

Its do or die just know the reason

Take a look in my eyes and see the pain ain't leaving

Too many times my own friends was greedy

Too many lines gon have your nose bleeding

And too many lies gon have ya dome leaking

You wasting your time doing all that creeping

I got people of mine in the cells not leaving

Nigga free Ejuan till he home we gon scream it

Shawty get the bone but no she can't keep it

She'd have to make a clone and that nigga could never be me

You see me

You shitting me

They could not be me

I'm clean G

I got pain

It's residing in my brain

In the closet I got skeletons

Imma take them hoes dancing

With no shame