Juicy J, Conway The Machine - KILLA lyrics

Conway the Machine [Demond Price] Buffalo, New York. U.S.

[Juicy J, Conway The Machine - KILLA lyrics]

What Juicy say? He be like
"Shut the fuck up"
Pistol packin', never slackin'
Bitch smackin' killer

Posted with the gang,  yeah
I'm posted with them killers
She tried to steal from me
Hope she know that I'm a killer
Three-five in this Backwood, take this L
This shit gon' kill you
Boy, you ain't no killer, nah
You ain't no killer
Hoes got the price goin' up on that Gorilla
I know real gorillas, drug dealers
And them killers
Please don't hit my line unless
You callin' for that killer
Where I'm from, we some killers
Whole gang full of killers

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, shine (Ayy)
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, shine
(Man, fuck these niggas, uh)

Hunt for lunch and dinner, no beginner
I'm a killer (Killer)
These killers out here starvin', run up
Take a nigga dinner (Take it)
Don't become a target out here
Flaugin' 'round them killers
Nigga's just lost his life like that and
They still ain't found the killer (Damn)
Young nigga started off hoopin' and grew
Up to be a killer (M-m-m)
I was out here servin'
I was livin' off that killer (Migo)
Move work like caterpillars (Pillars)
Blunt slow like caterpillars (Pillars)
He real, I gotta feel him
(Feel him) , he stole
I gotta kill him (Kill him)
Momma should've told you not to
Fuck around with them killers (Mhm)
Hoppin' up out the Range, pink ice
Lookin' like Killa (Killa)
Bucket full of ice
Fill it up with some killer (They killer)
Stop playin' with your life
You know damn well you ain't no killer
(Uh, uh) we monsters just like Thriller
(Thriller)
We hangin' out the window (Window)
I'm dangerous with a pistol
(Pistol) , be thankful if I miss you (Pow)
We bangin', what's the issue?
(Issue) This stainless shit gon'
Hit you (Hit you) the casket is gon' fit you
(Fit you) , you still wanna be a killer?

Posted with the gang, yeah
I'm posted with them killers (Killers)
She tried to steal from me
Hope she know that I'm a killer
Three-five in this Backwood, take this L
This shit gon' kill you
Boy, you ain't no killer
(Nah) , nah, you ain't no killer (Hey)
Hoes got the price goin' up on that Gorilla
(Goin' up)
I know real gorillas, drug dealers
And them killers
Please don't hit my line unless
You callin' for that killer
Where I'm from, we some killers
(yeah) , whole gang full of killers

Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, shine (Shine)
Get your shine on, get your shine on
Get your shine on, shine (Look)

I got you lined up by that bitch
Now we slidin' with them sticks we gon' fire
(Brr) , we ain't got miss
Until you die we ain't gon quit
Catch me ridin' with my guy that up
His fire and he gon' hit
Pour that fire up in my styrofoam
I'm higher than a bitch (Ah)
Bitch, you know I'm gon' get mines
I'm gon' keep grindin' when I'm rich
Had to run it up and buy me a few bricks
(Huh?) , I rock designer to my kicks
Where your pistol, nigga? Mines is on my hip
I'm the Machine, see all the pressure
I'm applyin' in this bitch, rah
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Look, I know the move is in the dealers
I know goons and I know killers
I know you is not no killer
That's your bitch? You should get
Her, she keep choosin', i'm gon' hit her
(Ah, ah, ah) she keep lookin' at my jewels
She know I'm richer
While your dudes is postin' pictures I be

Posted with the gang, yeah
I'm posted with them killers (yeah)

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