KILL EM! ft. nightlock & Nikssick Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

YEAH YEAH

Dogs barkin'

We be gettin' to the lot

I be shooting motherfuckers

And I pull up wit the Glock

Oh we bool or we not

Every time I see the clock

I be killing everything

Like we gon' break all these locks yeah

Dogs barkin'

We be gettin' to the lot

I be shooting motherfuckers

And I pull up with the Glock

Oh we bool or we not

Every time I see the clock

I be killing everything

Like we gon' break all these locks

Yeah yeah

Got me Tokyo drifting

We all up for the bag

Got me going crazy

So I pull up wit the tac

Designer on me

And I be blowing like a frag

I be goin' crazy

So I kill em' wit my mag

Yeah got me up like Zelda

And I'll pull up on yo face

Got me goin' dummy

So I'll shoot up on they case

Ion give a fuck

If they gonna come and chase

Shawty lookin' bad

So we be pullin' up wit K's

Dodgin' and turnin', lil' bitch we leave him on his ass

Fucked up, lucked up, hit him with the mac

A nigga run up on the bros, we drown a nigga, Kodak Black

Gettin' to the money, nigga's all about the bag

We push the limits like pistons

A nigga talk, you should listen

These niggas want recognition

My ice gon' shine and it glisten

I keep a .40 on my lap, bad bitch she throwin' ass

Choppa be bussin', we sendin' bullets to his back

Brodie talkin' tough, we pull up on him, choppa provin' he a bitch

A nigga always talkin' shit, but we gon' hit him with a stick

Bad bitch wantin' chips

So Ima hit it then I'll dip

I keep on countin' up my guala, while you lookin' like a bitch God damn

I been countin' up my guala, VX make the room go "bam"

These niggas talkin' on the net, so now this choppa make him dance

And bitch I move with the gang, leave a nigga I'm a trance

Shorty bad and she feelin' on my pants

Okay bitch less talking

Bitch start walking

Got my choppa if you opping

Imma spray the K

Fuck the fists no mma

Imma have to smoke a J

Put the K up to his brain

Fuck the change I make it rain

I got hella bands in my pocket

I've been making hits I'm not stopping

Until the ceiling come dropping bitch

Okay wait

What

Bitch I'm coming up

They like "Son of a!"

When they see that I'm running up

A little kid from the south

Who'll put his dick in yo mouth

If you think of talking shit

Imma smoke a j until I'm done wit it

Put the ash out on your leg

Getting racks I'm getting paid

Kicking shit like Bruce Wayne

When I swerve into your lane

Running shit like Major Payne

Pull up in a brand new range

Cop a brand new pistol brand new aim bitch

I don't play them games

When I pull up let the choppa sang

I can't buy a bitch a wedding rang

Bout a hundred thousand bitches

And they know my name Yeah

Bitch I'm Nikssick Yeah

Fuck yo bitch like YEAH YEAH

Dogs barkin'

We be gettin' to the lot

I be shooting motherfuckers

And I pull up with the Glock

Oh we bool or we not

Every time I see the clock

I be killing everything

Like we gon' break all these locks yeah

Dogs barkin'

We be gettin' to the lot

I be shooting motherfuckers

And I pull up with the Glock

Oh we bool or we not

Every time I see the clock

I be killing everything

Like we gon' break all these locks

Yeah yeah

Got me Tokyo drifting

We all up for the bag

Got me going crazy

So I pull up with the tac

Designer on me

And I be blowing like a frag

I be goin' crazy

So I kill em' wit my mag

Yeah got me up like Zelda

And I'll pull up on yo face

Got me goin' dummy

So I'll shoot up on they case

Ion give a fuck

If they gonna come and chase

Shawty lookin' bad

So we be pullin' up wit K's