KILIMANJARO Lyrics

Let's get it

(Slatt) It's a Kilamanjaro

That means we pull up to your spot,

And we pop off

They know what I did

I hit at the squad, I did what I did

Hop off the kid

Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid

Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday

You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday)

That was a warning, next one won't be

I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji

I want, all this green, like Luigi

Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ

Come and blitz,

I'ma hit it, they don't see me

I'm poppin' your lid,

I did what I did (Hit at the top)

Not messin' with mid,

She top me like wig (Not messin' with mid)

Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch (Victor Von Doom)

Von Doom, Vic, grrah-ta-ta (Victor Von Doom)

Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy)

Come here bih, rub my belly (Rub my tummy)

Come here bih, rub my belly

Yeah, yeah

Hit at your man and you mourning

She up on the wood, like morning

Like the Devil, I'm a star, like morning

On the move, like I'm touring

I did it, without warning

She dig it, make it her miss'

I did it, no need for sorry's

Get jiggy, lit as a titty

I'm trappin', I'm trappin', I'm trappin'

I'm trap, trap-trap-trap-trap up at the top

She clappin', she clap it, she clap

Lightskin bitch with the Jap'

This Asian be mixed with the black

I'm fallin' in love with that

I'm messin' with leaves and wax

Milds, not fallin' for that

She fallin' in love, whenever she see me

If you were the one, you would believe in me

If you were the one, you wouldn't decieve me

If you were the one, I know you needed me

They know what I did

I hit at the squad, I did what I did

Hop off the kid

Make like pump fake, and don't cap on the kid

Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday

You gon' get punted (Dead on a Saturday)

That was a warning, next one won't be

I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji

I want, all this green, like Luigi

Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ

Come and blitz,

I'ma hit it, they don't see me

I know you don't see me

She up on my peepee

I got the free lean

You know that it's rare, this is Wock'

I'm not Tussin'

Rat-at-ta-tat your nap sack

Black filled backpack

I told the bitch to make like Travis,

And jack my cactus, slatt

R.I.P. Freiza, I'm outting these monkeys

They goin' out sad, they goin' out bad

Get snatched out back, we takin' your hat

(Take that pussy nigga wig)

They goin' out sad, get hit with the clap

I'm hittin' the laps, I'm shuttin' down traps

(She so bad, she so bad, she so bad)

They know what I did

(Dead on a Saturday)

That was a warning, next one won't be

I said "Bye bye", like I'm Tiji

I want, all this green, like Luigi

Call my gang, my Swudda, like Yhap', JJ

Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch

Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch

Von Doom, Vic, my hood be Grinch

Von Doom, Vic, rat-tat-tat

Come here bih, rub my belly

Come here bih, rub my belly

Come here bih, rub my belly

Yeah, yeah