Chief Keef, Tripple Redd, Tadoe - I Kill People! lyrics

Ayy, what's poppin'?
You know how the fuck we bleed, man
We get money and kill people, man
(OZ on the beat, yeah) you hear me, man?
We don't rap beef, man
We slide, man, we drill people, man
Bummin' like the bummas do, in traffic
With a gun or two, man
I only speak facts and count
Racks, man, and send packs, man
Let's get it

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his
Ass for real, boy, huh, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up

Totin' somethin' illegal
Hit your block with them guys, hop out
Kill people
Got a Glock 45 and it's real lethal
(Let's get it)
Bitch, you know we fry, we really kill people
(Bang bang) bitch, I'm with the gang
We catch a body gang (Gang-gang)
Bitch, we gangbang off in the lobby, man
(Bang)
Catch a nigga lackin', it's a hobby, man
Pop him in the noggin, leave him sloppy, man
Hit your block, we gon' swerve shit
(Skrrt, skrrt)
In the trap, I'm posted with the birds, bitch
(Skrrt, skrrt)
I don't rap beef, what's the words, bitch?
(Huh?) niggas sneak dissin', let me hurt 'em
(Bang bang)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his
Ass for real, boy, huh, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up

Everyone same side for lil' bro
Ice Age all on my throat
How I ball, you think I went
Pro, I'm in the hood, brisco
She show me her thong, Sisqó
She's hot and ready to go
I'm hungrier than a hippo
Aim that thing high and get low
Got a new scope and it got zoom
And I'm in that yoom
Baby, I know you smell that fume
Just get down, you hear that boom
In the back of the 'Bach
And this bitch got room
Magazine got colored shells, half green
Half blue
Smoking on that cook', someone bring me a pot
All these diamonds, I don't get hot
Young nigga really from them blocks
Ayy, pussy, here we come, if you ready or not
I'm on probation but I tote Glocks
Walk through court smellin' like pot

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy, yeah
Shawty know I kill people, real people
From the trenches where it's real lethal
Tote real regals
Big body, what's your build, boy? Ill boy
Nigga need to find his chill, boy
Foenem tweaking, we gon' show his
Ass for real, boy, huh, yeah

Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up, yeah
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up (Ayy)
Foenem tweaking, I'ma bust him up