Kama, SD, Gino Marley - You Ain’t No Killa lyrics
[Kama, SD, Gino Marley - You Ain’t No Killa lyrics]
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
You ain't no badman for me
You runnin your mouth
Do you run these streets?
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Boy I got macs that'll fuck yo head
You ain't a killa, you ain't a killa
And all I know is Glocks, Choppers, FN's
You boys vanilla, you ain't a killa
And I be so high that I walk on crib
My niggas gorilla, check what need bruh
And if it's yo bitch I'm a fuck her friend
Cuz I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Have Gino come through yo crib
Guns get to shootin they a take yo head
And if it's my money you'll end up dead
Bitch I'm a Glory Boy I'm about my bread
When it's time for war I'm about that lead
When it's time for war you about dem feds
When it's time to ride I'm about that red
I let the blood drip dry till your
Ass is dead ya fuck boy
You blood clot we shoot first, we don't miss
I'm on my pimp shit you already know this
I'm like King Lou, I don't kiss
Kiss the crown on my neck bitch no lips
EZ-MAC GBE, we the shit
Every day in the studio makin hit's
Either that or it's back to the fuckin strip
Every day in the street, youngins playin tag
Fuck around and get touched
You in a body bag
I don't need nobody to body that
To copy that
You could call us copycats
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
All my niggas came up from them streets
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Try to cross me get whacked for cheap
My niggas got Glocks, FN's for heat
And we post in them streets for weeks
All we know is traps gotta make ends meet
And if you play me you get RIP
You ain't no killa or no deala
Take you down if you come shot with me
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
I'm Gino I'm from Front Street
You ain't no badman for me
You runnin your mouth
Do you run these streets?
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Boy I got macs that'll fuck yo head
You ain't a killa, you ain't a killa
And all I know is Glocks, Choppers, FN's
You boys vanilla, you ain't a killa
And I be so high that I walk on crib
My niggas gorilla, check what need bruh
And if it's yo bitch I'm a fuck her friend
Cuz I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga
Have Gino come through yo crib
Guns get to shootin they a take yo head
And if it's my money you'll end up dead
Bitch I'm a Glory Boy I'm about my bread
When it's time for war I'm about that lead
When it's time for war you about dem feds
When it's time to ride I'm about that red
I let the blood drip dry till your
Ass is dead ya fuck boy
You blood clot we shoot first, we don't miss
I'm on my pimp shit you already know this
I'm like King Lou, I don't kiss
Kiss the crown on my neck bitch no lips
EZ-MAC GBE, we the shit
Every day in the studio makin hit's
Either that or it's back to the fuckin strip
Every day in the street, youngins playin tag
Fuck around and get touched
You in a body bag
I don't need nobody to body that
To copy that
You could call us copycats
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
All my niggas came up from them streets
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
Try to cross me get whacked for cheap
My niggas got Glocks, FN's for heat
And we post in them streets for weeks
All we know is traps gotta make ends meet
And if you play me you get RIP
You ain't no killa or no deala
Take you down if you come shot with me
You ain't no killa, you ain't no killa
I'm Gino I'm from Front Street