Robb Bank$ - KILLA SSEASON lyrics
[Robb Bank$ - KILLA SSEASON lyrics]
Uh uh, bitch, uh femto, yea yeah
Big SSETT, uh huh yeah, swea' (Yea)
Broward County, I promise you
I think I might be happy yeh yeah
Yea-yea yeah, yea yeah
(yeah, another one, 'nother one) i like you
Hol up, I'm like
Who you niggas is, where you niggas stay?
(yeah, yeah)
Yall ain't cut like that, and I'm tailor made
(yeah, facts)
You gon' cuff the thot, I already slayed
(yeah, yeah)
Right outside the truck, I seen a nigga layed
(Grrt, bap)
Touch your lady parts, leave it on the front
(Don't touch me)
10 up on the spot, 20 on the spot
(Turn the beat up)
Let the Glocks bust, it got your heart rushin
(Seizure) head concussion, like Russia
(Rawr, rawr, rawr)
I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK)
Get out the way (Yuh)
Move the bricks, I get out the ye'
(Rawr, raaah)
I got two more clips to get out and spray
(YUH, YUH)
I got all blue tips stuffed in that K
(YUH, YUH, YUH) and I'm like whoa whoa whoa
With your hand in my face (Bitch)
Van Dym, tryna hop out the egg (YUH, YUH)
She went to Stanford
But ain't really the brains (yeah, swea')
Got the answers, don't question what I say
(boop boop boop boop, WOKKK)
Got a camgirl with a backpage (yeah, facts)
She use a backdrop when I fuck her face
(Uh, wha)
Ascot around my hickies like Fred, yeah
(Bitch) i had to catch a body
When I was still in 10th grade
30 clips are better, 100
Clips are better, yeah, uh
Call me Mayweather, call me Mayweather
(Uh, yea)
Chariot on you, cursed bitch, chain leather
I feel like Fred Durst with
The red fitted, aw, yahh (Happy)
Most valued player, I don't do scrimmage
I made that solar flare, comin at the Ginyus
I'm on the iron throne
I don't talk to peasants
This ain't a quiet storm, I'm category 7
I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK)
Get out the way (Yuh)
Move the bricks, I get out the ye'
(Raahh, raaah)
I got two more clips to get out and spray
(YUH, YUH)
I got all blue tips stuffed in that K
(YUH, YUH, YUH) and I'm like whoa whoa whoa
With your hand in my face (Bitch)
Van Dym, tryna hop out the egg (YUH, YUH)
She went to Stanford
But ain't really the brains (yeah, swea')
Got the answers, don't question what I say
(boop boop boop boop, WOKKK)
I tell em move, get out the way, cause I
Big SSETT, uh huh yeah, swea' (Yea)
Broward County, I promise you
I think I might be happy yeh yeah
Yea-yea yeah, yea yeah
(yeah, another one, 'nother one) i like you
Hol up, I'm like
Who you niggas is, where you niggas stay?
(yeah, yeah)
Yall ain't cut like that, and I'm tailor made
(yeah, facts)
You gon' cuff the thot, I already slayed
(yeah, yeah)
Right outside the truck, I seen a nigga layed
(Grrt, bap)
Touch your lady parts, leave it on the front
(Don't touch me)
10 up on the spot, 20 on the spot
(Turn the beat up)
Let the Glocks bust, it got your heart rushin
(Seizure) head concussion, like Russia
(Rawr, rawr, rawr)
I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK)
Get out the way (Yuh)
Move the bricks, I get out the ye'
(Rawr, raaah)
I got two more clips to get out and spray
(YUH, YUH)
I got all blue tips stuffed in that K
(YUH, YUH, YUH) and I'm like whoa whoa whoa
With your hand in my face (Bitch)
Van Dym, tryna hop out the egg (YUH, YUH)
She went to Stanford
But ain't really the brains (yeah, swea')
Got the answers, don't question what I say
(boop boop boop boop, WOKKK)
Got a camgirl with a backpage (yeah, facts)
She use a backdrop when I fuck her face
(Uh, wha)
Ascot around my hickies like Fred, yeah
(Bitch) i had to catch a body
When I was still in 10th grade
30 clips are better, 100
Clips are better, yeah, uh
Call me Mayweather, call me Mayweather
(Uh, yea)
Chariot on you, cursed bitch, chain leather
I feel like Fred Durst with
The red fitted, aw, yahh (Happy)
Most valued player, I don't do scrimmage
I made that solar flare, comin at the Ginyus
I'm on the iron throne
I don't talk to peasants
This ain't a quiet storm, I'm category 7
I be like move, move, move (WOK WOK)
Get out the way (Yuh)
Move the bricks, I get out the ye'
(Raahh, raaah)
I got two more clips to get out and spray
(YUH, YUH)
I got all blue tips stuffed in that K
(YUH, YUH, YUH) and I'm like whoa whoa whoa
With your hand in my face (Bitch)
Van Dym, tryna hop out the egg (YUH, YUH)
She went to Stanford
But ain't really the brains (yeah, swea')
Got the answers, don't question what I say
(boop boop boop boop, WOKKK)
I tell em move, get out the way, cause I