LP Rambo - Kill Song lyrics

I hit 50 niggas up
So they picked 50 niggas up
How you sleeping when with them empty
Pockets I don't get it bruh
You ain't say shit but a thing my
Nigga I will send it up
My nigga I can't get enough

It go Murder murder kill kill
I pray for my meals still
I don't wanna kill bill
Cuz I fuck wit kodak play no
Flockin we gone still drill
I just paid a kill bill
They wondering if im real still
They see that im real still
Bitch I been the real deal
I can feel that ill will
Fuck these niggas buss them niggas kill
Em all I still will
I'm swerving this steering wheel


Hard right at the intersection
Outta sight got real skill
Slice his ass like Kill Bill

I be riding with that stick right
My common sense ain't instilled
Riding through that bitch like they ain't
Tell me it was gеtting real
Riding with that bitch like she ain't
Tеxting opps cuz you getting peeled
Automatic, don't fist fight we gone hit
Your ass with this real thrill
My brother started serving I said
When he get like that?
I be missing out on everything
But i'ma get right back
My homie flew back when he popped the
Glick ain't know it kick like that
Then I passed his ass the wood and
Said ''This shit gone hit right back''
Stain Baby
Creeping through the motherfucking alley way
She hopping on me grinding on
Me riding me like Galloway
He thought he could smoke my
Brother and I wouldn't retaliate
Blood shed on my street I told
That boy he shall repay
I grew up looking up to felons what
The fuck I look like telling when
I'm the one who popped the nigga melon?
Nigga fanned out he fuck with MB7
Said his fav was Thank
The Reverend but Wave was talking
To me up from heaven

It go Murder murder kill kill
I pray for my meals still
I don't wanna kill bill
Cuz I fuck wit kodak play no
Flockin we gone still drill
I just paid a kill bill
They wondering if im real still
They see that im real still
Bitch I been the real deal
I can feel that ill will
Fuck these niggas buss them niggas kill
Em all I still will
I'm swerving this steering wheel
Hard right at the intersection
Outta sight got real skill
Slice his ass like Kill Bill

I just pulled into Gate i'm
Picking up the Russian creams
Don't make me end your life lil boy
I'll end up fucking up your dreams
I don't understand ''I love you'' don't
Know what the fuck it mean
I said don't look into my eyes you
Won't know what the fuck you seen
It get dark round this way little
Ass bitch nigga stay safe
I heard you can't pull your weight they
Might just turn your ass to waste
Nigga stabbed me up I went to school
With that shit on my face
Like don't you ask me what had happened
I might spray shit like mace
Now i'm grown I turned to a
Felon guess my thinking wasn't
Clever I was really down to
Shoot out with whoever
But I hope you know we all
Won't live forever better work on
Your endeavors you lil pussy nigga
Stay way from that pressure

It go Murder murder kill kill
I pray for my meals still
I don't wanna kill bill
Cuz I fuck wit kodak play no
Flockin we gone still drill
I just paid a kill bill
They wondering if im real still
They see that im real still
Bitch I been the real deal
I can feel that ill will
Fuck these niggas buss them niggas kill
Em all I still will
I'm swerving this steering wheel
Hard right at the intersection
Outta sight got real skill
Slice his ass like Kill Bill

I hit 50 niggas up
So they picked 50 niggas up
How you sleeping when with them empty
Pockets I don't get it bruh
You ain't say shit but a thing my
Nigga I will send it up
My nigga I can't get enough