Killumantii - Don't Want It lyrics
[Killumantii - Don't Want It lyrics]
Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(None of 'em, sorry)
Bitch you ain't poppin' till I say you is
And ain't shit stoppin' till I say it is
Get it all at once, I don't care I spend
I don't know what the fuck a budget is
Hopped in the game, I'm interceptin' shit
Step outta line, I'm wackin' bitches' shit
If they ain't gang I can't trust it
You can't compete, bitch, just quit
The love they be showin'
So fake it's synthetic
See straight through them hoes
Yeah them hoes pathetic
You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic
Mac to her face and no this ain't cosmetic
Chasin' the bag, you could say I'm athletic
Can't hang witchu lames
Y'all don't match my aesthetic
I'm slaughterin' bitches
It's in my genetics
I don't fuck with no sweet bitches
I'm a diabetic
Not apologetic, I'm problematic
Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted
To come for the kids you
Gon' need different tactics
You ain't on shit bitch
We two different fabrics
I'm fast and you slow
We're two different dynamics
Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic
I've been out here winnin'
I know they can't stand it
The kids y'all wouldn't understand it
Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(I'm sorry)
IIII swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it
(they don't) , for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it
(can't) , for real
Your ghostwriter don't want it and
You don't want it neither
I'm in love with this money
And I'm not a cheater
Married to the guap and I'm
Never gonna leave her
Four shows in one night, I'm a overachiever
They all used to doubt me
Now they all believers
Hangin' off the bleachers
They scream and go leer
They like what they see
Yeah they wish they could be it
But they know they gotta spend a
Rack just to see her
Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt)
I'm murderin' niggas and
Stackin' the bodies
My wrist treat him like a hobby
My crew full of killas
I roll with them jockeys
Can't nobody stop me
Not one bitch can top me
I could be a door and
Y'all still couldn't knock me
Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami
Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn
The shit he brought me
Rapping on a class
I ain't stop till she caught me
Flossin' on TV
Now my haters get to watch me
Tell the jeweler, watch please
I don't care the cost be
Y'all ain't really helpin' out the
Kids so don't ask me
Cash please, hunnit's in the bag please
Y'all niggas act, you can't rap, trashy
Lick your top lip 'cause
That motherfucker ashy
I hate a slut bitch who
Be playin' like she classy
Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(I'm sorry)
IIII swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it
(they don't) , for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it
(can't) , for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(None of 'em, sorry)
Bitch you ain't poppin' till I say you is
And ain't shit stoppin' till I say it is
Get it all at once, I don't care I spend
I don't know what the fuck a budget is
Hopped in the game, I'm interceptin' shit
Step outta line, I'm wackin' bitches' shit
If they ain't gang I can't trust it
You can't compete, bitch, just quit
The love they be showin'
So fake it's synthetic
See straight through them hoes
Yeah them hoes pathetic
You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic
Mac to her face and no this ain't cosmetic
Chasin' the bag, you could say I'm athletic
Can't hang witchu lames
Y'all don't match my aesthetic
I'm slaughterin' bitches
It's in my genetics
I don't fuck with no sweet bitches
I'm a diabetic
Not apologetic, I'm problematic
Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted
To come for the kids you
Gon' need different tactics
You ain't on shit bitch
We two different fabrics
I'm fast and you slow
We're two different dynamics
Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic
I've been out here winnin'
I know they can't stand it
The kids y'all wouldn't understand it
Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(I'm sorry)
IIII swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it
(they don't) , for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it
(can't) , for real
Your ghostwriter don't want it and
You don't want it neither
I'm in love with this money
And I'm not a cheater
Married to the guap and I'm
Never gonna leave her
Four shows in one night, I'm a overachiever
They all used to doubt me
Now they all believers
Hangin' off the bleachers
They scream and go leer
They like what they see
Yeah they wish they could be it
But they know they gotta spend a
Rack just to see her
Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt)
I'm murderin' niggas and
Stackin' the bodies
My wrist treat him like a hobby
My crew full of killas
I roll with them jockeys
Can't nobody stop me
Not one bitch can top me
I could be a door and
Y'all still couldn't knock me
Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami
Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn
The shit he brought me
Rapping on a class
I ain't stop till she caught me
Flossin' on TV
Now my haters get to watch me
Tell the jeweler, watch please
I don't care the cost be
Y'all ain't really helpin' out the
Kids so don't ask me
Cash please, hunnit's in the bag please
Y'all niggas act, you can't rap, trashy
Lick your top lip 'cause
That motherfucker ashy
I hate a slut bitch who
Be playin' like she classy
Y'all bitches don't want it, for real
Point out one bitch who own it
(none of 'em) , for real (I can't)
Y'all bitches don't want it
(at all) for real
Point out one bitch who own it, for real
(I'm sorry)
IIII swear to God they don't want it
I swear to God I be on it
If I flex in it I own it
Motherfuck all my opponents
Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
These bitches don't want it
(they don't) , for real (I know they don't)
Point out one bitch who own it
(can't) , for real