Lyrics

Killers on the right Killers outside I told 'em slide on I want 'em dead I drop the bag I put bout 30 on 'em My killers fiending for a body, they getting rich off on 'em They keep on asking how he die, them killers ran up on 'em These niggas pussy and I know it, bitch you gon die today Them killers, killers spin the block, we hoppin out with kays These niggas speaking on my name, I get 'em out the way Bitch what you said, I hope you meant it watch how he die today 2 O'clock in the mornin we hit the block we swervin out 400 shots up in this car every stick in here dirty nah Them niggas pussy as a bitch they steady hidin' out But we gon camp out where he sleepin' I hope the fire hot These niggas dancin' on the gram like they don't know who I am I'm getting bodies dropped they call me Don Dada Give me a reason then they call me When it's done I send the money Round of applause for all my top shottas Niggas said what about KTA Them niggas pussy we bangin that ATK When the superstar look around who finna die today Why I know y'all pussy ass the fuck we had y'all on a chase all That dissin' that you doing tellin the world how we hop out with kays 762, put him on the news Choppa spittin nigga what you wanna do 6k killas 24 guns Round of applause when it's all said and done Runnin' from the killers dirt bike chase Fast hanging out the window with a drac I'mma take it as a drillin' and a chase Hopped out shot him dead in his face Killers on the right Killers outside I told 'em slide on I want 'em dead I drop the bag I put bout 30 on 'em My killers fiending for a body, they getting rich off on 'em They keep on asking how he die, them killers ran up on 'em These niggas pussy and I know it, bitch you gon die today Them killers, killers spin the block, we hoppin out with kays These niggas speaking on my name, I get 'em out the way Bitch what you said, I hope you meant it watch how he die today For all I gotta preach nigga ain't got no face on 'em He said each one of 'em dead I'mma do it off the face on homie I sent the boys to blitz the block them niggas ran from us Them niggas hidin' on that end now crying about they dead homie Them niggas dissin' on them songs I want they mamas crying But they screamin' they want chances when them niggas dying We in a stolen police get behind we take 'em up on a chase We hit the gat, we do the dash, bitch this right here a race Bitch I'll run up in your house you is not safe And when I find that nigga sister knock her out of place Deep in the streets I then dived in I'm out of my body I died again 6 days a week we spinnin' again Attend they funeral than hit 'em again Come here Killers on the right Killers outside I told 'em slide on I want 'em dead I drop the bag I put bout 30 on 'em My killers fiending for a body, they getting rich off on 'em They keep on asking how he die, them killers ran up on 'em These niggas pussy and I know it, bitch you gon die today Them killers, killers spin the block, we hoppin out with kays These niggas speaking on my name, I get 'em out the way Bitch what you said, I hope you meant it watch how he die today
Writer(s): Keyanta Bullard, Demarcus Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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