KILLA Lyrics

Brody got the mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop, one wrong word make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

Smokin' on that killer in the V, it got me mad hot

Pull up to my trap spot but don't make it fue like a heater

She tryna hear that boofwell through her speakers

Writing rhymes in class, used to piss off all my teachers

They tried to steer me but I had to hit a reverse

So when I'm working in the stu gotta make sure this shit on point

Everything from adlibs to the reverb

Cause I'm tryna touch a billi in my city, that's a rarity

But I'ma run it up until my feet hurt

Two seater, my ambition, me and my likkle brown skin

Girl, round trippin, anything you want it ain't a thing

Girl, I could get it, don't let these niggas tell you lies

My body different, cause if you let em tell it

They been rich they whole lives, and that may be your alibi

But it just ain't mine, my whole life I knew that I was

Gifted, but still I'm feeling lost, just a product of how I'm living

Brody got the mac, sittin pretty like a laptop

One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

Smoking on that killer and the V it got me mad hot

Brody got the mac, sittin pretty like a laptop

One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

Smoking on that killer in the V it got me mad hot

Moving fast and still taking my time

See through these niggas even if I was blind

So ahead of my time, already bagged her in the back of my mind

Compared to city lights, them shits is sublime

Cause nefe you shine, like the star that you are

Me, you and the money baby, let's have a menage

Though you not impressed by the fancy jewels in the cars

That's what I love about you, always stay true to who you are

I seen fame get to they heads like bro that's not who you are

The closer I get it slowly reveals that the facades only hold up from a far

Jackin static so you think that you hard

I send them dogs at you see it's way more bite than the bark

Come from the lands, no foreigner when it comes to the war

Disturbing the peace in your neighborhoods just cause we was bored

Now we ain't playing no games

Yeah I need that money power respect that triple threat

Have her feeling for more

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Brody got the Mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop

One wrong word make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil nigga then we dump him in the back blocks

Smokin' on that killer in the V it got me mad hot

Brody got the Mac, sittin' pretty like a laptop

One wrong word, make it litty like a matchbox

Smoke a lil' nigga, then we dump him in the back blocks

Smokin' on that killer in the V it got me mad hot