Softwilly, ​​do not resurrect, Chills, ​isaacwhy - KILLA lyrics

Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
AV with that drip hoe

Runnin’ round this bitch with a grip, sight
Scope welcome to the lyrics of a real psycho
Pull up to your block
Seven bullets in the Glock
Let his body fucking drop to the pit's I go
When I mark you bitch, you won’t laugh it off
I send a rocket
Click it and you blastin’ off
I’m in the black abyss
You been a bastard though
So I'ma wrap my fist
And then I crack your dome
I’m fuckin' brutal, whatchu got buddy
Headshots
I’ll put a bullet in your knot buddy
Red sauce
Finna show you what I got, better back off
Nigga pull up with the racks up
Hacksaw, blam some feelin’ like I'm top ten
Flip the body, gotta hit 'em with a MAC-10
Ain’t nobody fuckin' movin’ when I rack that
Headed to the back, finna put him in a sack
Let him rot 'til he half dead

She suckin’ my dick but my eyes on the road
If she makе me bust, I might lose control
They talking that shit, but wе tote dem poles
Feel like Usian, I’m going for gold
All of this money is coming in quick
I’m in Miami, she sending pics
I’m like god damn, I love girls who thick
She got a man, but I’m worth the risk
'Bout to really run it up, I think it’s time
2010 D Rose, I’m in my Prime
I could never back down
I could never drop dime so worry 'bout you
Either way I’m gonna shine
Stone cold killa’, thrilla in Manila
Bands in this bitch, yeah I'ma Gorillas

I been killin’ killers lightly
Don't like you, no need to spite me
My ego, stay high and mighty
Dat 22-3 travel nightly
He wanna talk shit, then you can fight me
Boy
We are not the same, you ain't like me, boy
Bullets the speed sound 44 clippin'
And your bish already steppin’
You don't want this noise
My oppositions, spin the block politely
Your grammar foolish
That bish dumb unsightly
Aimin’ down the pistol pole
And I'm wrecking Miley
For this trunk done pop
It ain't talkin’ nicely
I'm flippin' my bricks gettin’
Straight to the top i'm stackin’ my breads
I ain't never gonna stop
Steppin' my way, hittin’ you with da MOP
If you on my stop, then you gonna get popped

I turn your block to a mission
Your mom to a witness
I cock it and block out your vision
I grata ta ta ta ta niggas
Apocalypse wit' it (AV with that drip, hoe)
Don’t barter, I pop out and get it
You product of fatherless children
I’ll body you bitches
Ironic, I’m prodigal with it
Just stop it, I've had enough, huh
Got you locked in an audible prison
My sins in a wishin’ well
'Boutta kill all you niggas like sickle cell
Slip in like splinter cell
I can’t wish him well, non-complacent
It’s fuck all you fakers who pray
Just to make a sale
And I hope that he spin in the grave
I put ten in the face of
The body then dig it up
And I'm sick of the miserable rage
But the clip in the K
So it’s hard tryna' give a fuck

Let’s count up the money
Let’s run up the racks
This bitch coming over, I hit from the back
This green got me faded, Medusa I’m stoned
I’m posted up like Karl Malone
And I hop up in the whip
And that bitch so quick
If I pop another pill, I'ma be car sick
If I link up with your chick
I'ma give her good dick
If a motherfucker try me, I'ma go John Wick
We got the juice like some Minute Maid
Hit the opp with a bottle of Hennessy
If they still talking shit
We gon' slide today
Leave a man bloody then go out and celebrate
And I think that it’s time for a holiday
We got some girls and we took 'em to Paraguay
Got the whole team here so
We turning up today
Really came up from the mud
For some better days