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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
South Strip
Performer
Pouya
Performer
Christian Vivo
Performer
Jonathan McCray
Performer
Jessé Mendes
Performer
Matthew Maradiaga
Performer
Aishan Fuller-Allen
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pouya
Songwriter
Christian Vivo
Songwriter
Jonathan McCray
Songwriter
Jessé Mendes
Songwriter
Matthew Maradiaga
Songwriter
Aishan Fuller-Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
South Strip
Producer
Constant
Producer
Christian Vivo
Producer
Lyrics
Hey, hey
Born to kill for this shit, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
All gas, no brakes, pop off, propane
White girl, cocaine, caked up nose rangs, uh
I remember chillin', doin' hoodrat shit with friends
These niggas my children, I don't wanna make amends
Underground Underdogs finna pop shit like confetti
Locked and load, we set it off, I had to get my blicky ready
Ho, before I die, I hope that I can reach a million subs
You and I, our lives are really fuckin' juxtaposed
That bitch been obsessed with me, to me, she just a stupid ho
Always tryna call a nigga on a bunch of different phones
I'm with Shwinnis, not Joe Biden
Fuck that ho, she lyin'
Keep that pipe on me, got iron
He got canceled, that boy lyin'
Oops, I just put the juice in my veins, I'm not Bruce
I just feel like Bane, put the pain in the booth
Suicide Cobain, blow my brains out the roof
She a freak, tie her up, she got turned on by the noose
I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
I was sixteen, I was sellin' that dope
Night job shift, had me wipin' those floors
I was sellin' them eighths in the middle of my break
Got a lot on my plate, but you know how it go
She said it's fate, I said, "Like, baby, I'm feelin' the same way, but look at the odds"
She wanna play, I just want vacays and couple of babies [?]
I need my plate, I keep my family locked and I'm lovin' my girl, no menages
Push came to shove and that shit was just whoopin' my ass, now I'm tryna push shit just to start
Pushin' that shit 'til this limit, my limit been limitless
Just cop me the stimulus
I be running away, but I cannot get into that (Shh, hush)
So, baby, cut into this
Thirty in my 40, I got two, them jawns akimbo
Caught your homie goin' in his crib, then turned him to indo
K clip curl look nice as fuck when spittin' out my window
Twenty nickels hit his face, now they keep askin', "Where his sense go?"
Blood all on his kinfolk, oops, it's on a lil' opp bitch
Known for catchin' fades with everybody, 'cause I don't got picks
Eli Manning with the package, known to make rock flip
Shwinny pull up from a distance, no Ben Simmons, I will not miss (Shh)
I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
I'm somethin' like a role model, I feel like Uncle Phil (Yuh)
I just popped a pill, I'll let you know how I feel
Bitch, I'm spinnin' like Yoshimitsu, I'm drinkin' like I had gills
Back pockets stuffed with bills, got me dancin' like Eddy Gordo
Strippers beggin' me for photos 'cause I look so fuckin' gorgeous (Yuh)
She sucked my dick and now she feel like she important
Yeah, my whip imported, bitch, you know I could afford it
I was born to kill for this shit, like, for real
My life is a movie, DVD, that shit for sale
Fuck 'bout what you heard, fuck 'bout what you tell
It's just me and gang, kings of the ant hill
Shit, like, for real
Let's go
Fuck 'bout what you heard, yeah
Strip
Writer(s): Aishan Fuller-allen, Christian Vivo, Jessé Mendes, Jonathan Mccray, Matthew Maradiaga, Pouya
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