Goin In for the Kill (feat. Chinx & Cheeze)

I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand Ya'll niggas need a co-sign; homie, I'm the gold mine Montana Johnson when it's showtime Nigga pass the ball, make a call; watch me go in for the kill I was stuntin' on you corny niggas way before the deal Fast money, fuckin' hoes, flippin' work; call me flip Rap niggas all diesel, homie; probably a script See the black van packed up; ski-masks, black gloves Four niggas mashed up, get a nigga wrapped up I did it like a boss, fuck a hand-out Room full of centers, I'm a stand-out Now I gave 'em no choice; got the coke-boy shit planned out Hundred-fifty Spider all tanned out; Montana (Montana). I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand. Listen, for all my dope-boys up over them pots mixin' New [??] on the block chasin' hot vixens Gettin' money, right? Well do your thing, shorty The drama messy, I send some niggas to clean for me They leave the scene spotless; I like my V's topless The hoes talk about me, see I'm the trendin' topic See the riot's that gang, and ya'll know that That break it up and give it to the strip, you know I'm on that I'm stickin' to the format Never catch him slippin', like I'm stickin' to the floor-mat So these niggas could fall back I toss some money in the sky and watch it trickle down Came a long way from the P's; take a look at me now Keys to the Beamer; Beamie take the top off Did ya'll watch the fumes come out like a genie? That's the Sour; power can't [?] me, bitch Love when I'm high, cause my eyes look dreamy Four-fifth chrome, that'll leave your dome steamy Custom-made Lenscrafters still couldn't see me Flip, pimp, and crack dough I roll the O, you pop the Ex; tick-tack-toe Send my condolence, give him hope for best wishes They hate cause they bitches; ride my stick like witches Nowadays niggas fraudulent, frontin'; all gimmicks In the game they all the same; might as well get a mimic Order to your dog, UPS with deliverance My man in the can gettin' green like spinach We'll be like Popeye the sailorman Yeah, Cheeze ya dealin' man They spinnin' on the top, like [?] I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand I'm goin' in for the kill I'm doin' it for a thrill Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand.